Today as I was visiting an elderly gentleman our conversation went something like this:
Laci: So, do you still drive?
Man: OH No! You know those things called Stop signs, or slow down signs?
Laci: yes
Man: Well, sometimes they are on the right and sometimes they are on the left. One day, I was driving my daughter somewhere and there was one of them "Stop" signs right in the middle of the road. Well, I just went straight over it. It didn't hurt, it just felt kinda like road kill. A police officer pulled me over; he knew me and told me I wasn't supposed to be driving. Ever since that day, I drove home and haven't driven since. You know, my eyes aren't too good.
Laci: That is probably a good thing.
Man: (Laughs hysterically)
Laci: So, do you still drive?
Man: OH No! You know those things called Stop signs, or slow down signs?
Laci: yes
Man: Well, sometimes they are on the right and sometimes they are on the left. One day, I was driving my daughter somewhere and there was one of them "Stop" signs right in the middle of the road. Well, I just went straight over it. It didn't hurt, it just felt kinda like road kill. A police officer pulled me over; he knew me and told me I wasn't supposed to be driving. Ever since that day, I drove home and haven't driven since. You know, my eyes aren't too good.
Laci: That is probably a good thing.
Man: (Laughs hysterically)
2 comments:
What a crazy job! Miss you too! I want to come out and see you! Or next time your in SLC have lunch. Good ole Lacie Lucille and Crazy Carl.
THAT is a good story. I would have been howling! I LOVE OLD MEN!
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