Ravings of a Mad Man: vol. 2.35a

Ravings of a Mad Man: vol. 2.35a

It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid then open it and remove all doubt

-Mark Twain

 

                Special Edition!  Since my concussion has now been controlled and I am no longer, what my wife would call "Acting stupid."   I am now going to recite the story of the day for yesterday.  Leaving my class around 1 o'clock yesterday I was running a little behind schedule so instead of taking the slow 2200 West I made a right hand turn attempting to use State of Utah money by traveling on Redwood Road.   Arriving at the light on 4100 S and Redwood Rd. I signaled to turn north so as to go toward my work.  Waiting at the light I saw a white car making a left hand turn in my direction.   I thought nothing of it but then out of the corner of my eye I see a read car heading south.  It would have seemed that everything was flowing in slow motion.   Slower and slower until boom they crashed and as they were intertwined the white car spun and hit the front of my scooter.  This pushed the plastic frame of the handlebars up into my groin.   I yelled, "Arrgh my groin."  Flying backward I landed clear of my scooter only to release that I was going to be late for work, even though I was going to use Government property.   This is where the story gets better. 

                Shortly there after I got back onto my feet a lady comes running up to me and says, "I didn't see what happened are you okay? I just saw you fly off you scooter."   My only response was, "Yeah there was a wreck."  I am pretty sure that my body had gone into shock.  I then got on the bullhorn and called the most important person, Jenny, to let her know that I was okay.   I think that she was mad that I got in a wreck.  Anyway the lady that saw it all kept talking about how her son wanted a scooter but that he is a diabetic who passed out on her.   I thought for not a long time and said that probably wouldn't be the best thing. 

                After concluding my conversation with her, which lasted 5 minutes too long the Firefighter came up to me and asked if I was okay.   I informed him that all is well with me just banged my knee and groin so I am all right.  His next question was, "Do you speak Spanish?" after I told him yes I was then brought to a car where I was to ask what seemed to me to be several questions about the health of the people in the car.   The firefighters were very nice and polite and grateful that I spoke Spanish to help out in the situation.  The cops were a different story altogether.   They were rude as they asked for a translator, saying, "Hey you!" to get my attention and not saying please or thank you.  Wouldn't the world be a lot better if the people would just say please and thank you a little bit more in this world?  

                It was the first time I was ever in an accident and I am not about to repeat the experience.   After sharing my chips and some casual conversation with my friends from south of the border Corey Bruse came and picked the scooter and me up.

Have a good week I know I will now keep your fingers crossed.

Eric Jones