More bizarre things.
Once again, Brookdale lives up to being a really weird place.
I was driving to get something to eat after taking 7 computer science exams, and there was quite a backup on Newman Springs Rd. I crept ahead, and the source of the rubbernecking was a bright red and chrome 1957 Chevy filled with children and a woman in her late thirties in the driver's seat talking on her cell-phone. The car had jumped the sidewalk and bopped into a telephone pole. Everyone seemed to be okay... even the front of the car seemed to be without damage, but a tow truck was there, along with two police cars to make sure and to get her off of the sidewalk.
So... in two days we have people squirrel fishing and classic cars flying off the road. I wonder what's in store for tomorrow!
And... this is too cool:
I was driving to get something to eat after taking 7 computer science exams, and there was quite a backup on Newman Springs Rd. I crept ahead, and the source of the rubbernecking was a bright red and chrome 1957 Chevy filled with children and a woman in her late thirties in the driver's seat talking on her cell-phone. The car had jumped the sidewalk and bopped into a telephone pole. Everyone seemed to be okay... even the front of the car seemed to be without damage, but a tow truck was there, along with two police cars to make sure and to get her off of the sidewalk.
So... in two days we have people squirrel fishing and classic cars flying off the road. I wonder what's in store for tomorrow!
And... this is too cool: