Fuzzy Memories #91

[loosechanj]

Once I was working the night shift, and was driving to work and got behind this slow moving car. It was slow to begin with, but it kept slowing down until finally it stopped. It was dark, and the road was barely wide enough for the land yacht I was driving at the time (not to mention the speed bumps all over the place) so I hadn't passed. The car's door opened, and an ancient woman got out and began walking back towards me.

"I'm trying to get to Orlando", she said. Oh man, you are so totally going in the wrong direction I thought to myself. [Edit: For locals, this happened on that stretch of Tropical Trail on south Merritt Island, right before Mathers Bridge.] I tried to be helpful, and give her directions to the right road. Down this street, over the bridge, then turn right at the first light, etc. We got to the first light, and she leans out the window and yells "IS THERE I TURN?" I yelled back in the affirative. The light turned green and she drove straight.

Cow-orkers advice:
"You should have asked to see her driver's license. You know she woulda given it to ya. Then you slice it up and tell to go into the DMV in the morning and tell them her license had been revoked by a concerned citizen."

Also, I heard a story once of an old guy who had somehow wound up in the parking lot by driving all the way across the state, taking only right turns. But I think that's an urban legend.

Comments

[pedram.livejournal.com]

cows come in orks?

[loosechanj.livejournal.com]

you wouldn't think so, would you?