A few days ago, your editor, riding his bike in a bike lane, was right hooked. Both my bicycle and his car had the green light; I’m going straight and his car came up from behind and turned right; luckily I only made contact with the side of his car and was unhurt except for some bruising when I hit the street. The driver said he saw me, but assumed I would stop at the green light because the pedestrian signal said “wait”! My adrenalin was already going wild from the accident and this statement failed to calm me down.
But that’s not the punchline here. While we were waiting for the police, I noticed his car had a temporary license plate. I asked it if was a new car. It was; his previous car had been totaled because he’d been in a t-bone accident the week before.
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I’m sure I’m not wondering if he was the t-boned or the t-boner?
That guy is one reason I always assume — whether I’m banking or driving — that the other drivers are drunk, and view them with the corresponding degree of suspicion.
Banking? I meant “biking.”
It was the new high-speed drive-through banking, you throw your stuff into a basket and zoom through.