Some people seem to think my job is exciting. Today disproved all that.
I spent all day doing very little at work. It was a slow day to start with, and there was a giant meeting in the middle of it, so not much got done. I checked out about 3:30, wandered home, and got ready to sit down and do some serious reading before karate class.
Of course, the dog had to go out first.
So I take the dog out, and there's a bunch of people standing around acting all excited down by the street. Like an idiot, I wander over there. What do I find but some 8-year old lying in the street bawling her little eyes out, her dad hunched over her screaming like a little girl (actually, the little girl was rather more composed).
Turns out the kid had been hit by a car. Some clever bystander had already called 911 (she also offered to hold the dog), so I dusted off my Boy Scout First Aid training and got the kid to hold still until the ambulance got there. The Bambalance Driver on-duty was
DELOY, and thus I knew the kid was in good hands and I could go about my day.
By then The Wife had gotten off work and shown up at the scene, apparently thinking that my dumb ass was the one run over. She was appropriately relieved when both I and the dog were found to be intact, and decided we should celebrate by returning the DVDs to the video store.
On the way back, some guy apparently thought he was KAI and tried to kill us with a pickup truck. Given that we were in the
Toaster of Love, we would have lost that fight. Almost immediately thereafter some dumb bitch nearly sideswiped us. Both times we were rescued by The Wife's lightning reflexes.
Nearly getting involved in 3 traffic accidents in less than 30 minutes was enough to convince me that the streets were just freakin' unsafe tonight, so I stayed home from karate and made
dinner. It were yummy.
So, to recap: I picked my nose all day at work, and then got home and had to deal with major trauma.
All this leads me to ask: You OK, CJ?
UPDATE: Deloy called. The kid's fine.
