Yesterday, as we (Doogie and me) were driving home from work, we stopped at the gas station to fill up Betty Blue's tank. "BANG! SCREECH! POW!" A ruckus was coming from the direction of Frisch's Big Boy. I, of course, am deaf and did not hear, but Doogie asks, "Did you see that? Some dude just wiped out on his motorized razor scooter." "What? Did he hit a car? Is he okay?" I inquire. "Yes," Doug goes on, "He was driving like a maniac and wiped out coming around the curve." We pulled out of the gas station parking lot and onto the road directly in front of Frisch's and in front of the dazed razor scooter driver, who looked to be in his mid 30s. Doug says, "I feel bad for him. Even though he is a grown man, driving a razor scooter, like a maniac, with no helmet, and no shirt."
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Put your shirt on, Covington!
Yesterday, as we (Doogie and me) were driving home from work, we stopped at the gas station to fill up Betty Blue's tank. "BANG! SCREECH! POW!" A ruckus was coming from the direction of Frisch's Big Boy. I, of course, am deaf and did not hear, but Doogie asks, "Did you see that? Some dude just wiped out on his motorized razor scooter." "What? Did he hit a car? Is he okay?" I inquire. "Yes," Doug goes on, "He was driving like a maniac and wiped out coming around the curve." We pulled out of the gas station parking lot and onto the road directly in front of Frisch's and in front of the dazed razor scooter driver, who looked to be in his mid 30s. Doug says, "I feel bad for him. Even though he is a grown man, driving a razor scooter, like a maniac, with no helmet, and no shirt."
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