There’s a busy intersection near The Compound with a four-way stop. Sometimes during the day, but more often late at night, someone runs one of the stop signs and I hear the resulting collision. (There have even been occasions when cars have been hit so hard that they overturn, and should anyone be going that freaking fast in a residential neighborhood?)
Last night, I heard a BOOM at about 4 a.m. My standard reaction kicked in: I grabbed my cell phone, put on my shoes, and glanced through the window at Tim’s apartment to see if he was coming out the door. He wasn’t, so I made my solitary trip toward the usual point of collision. What I saw was a car slowly proceeding down a side street making a horrific noise because it had at least one flat tire and heaven only knows what else wrong with its front end.
While I was glad to see the driver was still capable of driving, I was disturbed because: 1. The car was in no condition to BE driven, which implied impaired judgment on the part of the driver. Big surprise. 2. I wondered what the car had hit and if the driver was leaving the scene.
While I really wanted to get in my own car and follow the crippled car to get its tag number, I was more concerned with whether anyone else might need assistance.
Except I couldn’t find a point of impact. My neighbor, awakened by the noise, saw me and came outside so we could go into Nancy Drew mode. We saw dirt and grass in the street, so we knew the car had run off the road, possibly into a ditch. After checking all his property for damage, we finally figured out what had happened. The car hit a concrete curb and somehow ended up in a bit of grass about twenty feet away from the impact. It either turned around or the driver managed to turn it around and keep going. So no other person or car was involved, thank goodness.
But what I really want to know is: How is it that my neighbor’s wife, who came out just after we solved the puzzle, LOOKED SO GREAT?!?! She didn’t hear the noise. She didn’t wake up when he left the house. She woke up right before she came outside, and her hair was in place and her loungewear looked like it had just come out of tissue paper from some upscale boutique and she just generally looked fantastic. That is SO WRONG. She clearly has supernatural powers…
I must have been awake. How is it I heard none of this activity? I swear my apartment is in a vortex, or something.
your neighbor has obviously made a pact with the devil (who wears prada).
Kill her. She is not from this planet and is obviously a threat to all women.
Ummm…..it seems pretty obvious if you are Gladys, she must be……Samantha Stevens.
That is of course how she looked so good,my dear….also I suspect there was more to this crazy accident than you realize. It probably involved Dr Bombay or Aunt Clara mixing up a simple spell and she created the car crash to cover the real “boom”!
So who is Tim then? Larry Tate? Esmeralda? How does he look in a caftan and purple-green eye shadow?
Oh, you SO are Mrs. Kravitz… she who snoops into people’s homes at night…
…Some people just wake up looking good, and we have every right to hate them.