This afternoon I witnessed a car accident.

And I didn’t stick around.

The utility truck was going straight through the intersection. The car was making a turn. It appeared to me that the car entered the truck’s right of way. Bam. Both drivers got out, and it struck me that the driver of the car was being overly antagonistic considering that from all I could tell, it was his fault. Then I noticed that the truck driver was being very submissive, and it occured to me that maybe he’d had his left turn signal on, then had gone straight.

In any case, as the situation was not being very politely handled (yelling, arm waving intensifying) and I didn’t want to get my jaw broken by an irrate victim, I drove off. Yes, the other witnesses also drove off, but that’s no excuse. This was the first time (and last) I’ve witnessed an accident and not at least made an offer to call the police (last year, I was subpoened to testify in a minor car accident I witnessed in Fell’s Point, luckily they settled).

I just drove off. Turned the wheel, dropped the clutch, and high tailed it out of there.

I regret that, now. At the very least, I should’ve pulled out my cell phone and made a call reporting the incident.

Karma’s coming for me. And she’s got a nasty glower.

As expected, I failed the emission test.

It was busy at VEIP and I wound up waiting about half an hour before my car was tested. I wasn’t thrilled with that, but whatever. What really amused me, though, was the person behind me who kept honking. And honking. And honking.

Yeah. I’m sure the folks working are now doubling their efforts to get you through faster. Not.

I’m about read to head out to VEIP. Motivate, Snay, motivate.

Monday, Greg and I were talking about blogs. I’m trying to remember how the topic came up. Oh, right, we’ve got one of those “school nights” on the 19th, and I’d requested it off. He was trying to convince me to work a rush shift (out by 8 at the latest) and I was trying to get out of it. It’s still up in the air, Zain & Ass Alex might wind up covering it for me, so we’ll see (I’m covering Ass Alex’s Saturday again but doing that more for brownie points with Greg & Steve). Anyway, I mentioned that I’d met his cousin-by-marriage Benn Saturday night and from there the topic came around to someone searching my blog for “Steve” and “franchise” resulting I believe in my drop-box being filled with hot sauce.

Greg mentioned that he did in fact think it was kind of silly for me to write about people I worked with … on the other hand, he also mentioned that he really didn’t care one bit about what I wrote about. From here the conversation detoured into fictional subjects for a blog post, and Greg slapped the wall and said, “Yeah, great, I’ll go look at your blog and the subject line will be ‘Greg has fantasies about a threesome with George Lucas and Steven Spielberg.’”

And then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Neither I, Greg, nor Ross (who was in the office) had heard the door chime, but there, as real as life, was a big dude standing around wanting his pizza. And neither Greg or I had been particularly quiet.

“Be right with you!” I said.

“No. There isn’t a customer.” Greg said.

“Yes, there is.”

Greg hid and I had to go up and ring the guy up. We had an odd conversation.

Him: “You watching the game?”

Me: “No, we don’t have a tv.”

Him: “It’s free.”

Me: “We … uh … don’t have a tv to watch it on.”

Chris Z. not so happy the day after this: seems he woke up early in the morning to his cat howling in the litter box as she crapped out quite a smelly load of processed chicken wings and hot sauce.

After putting it off for as long as I could, I’m heading out to VEIP in Reisterstown today to fail my emissions test. Well, there’s $14 down the drain.

Perhaps realizing that Wegman’s is taking all of their business, the Gucci Giant in Hunt Valley slashed prices. I noticed this last night when I was shopping and all of the aisles had these little placards scattered on every shelf announcing the new lower prices. I don’t think it’ll help much, I don’t think the majority of people who are shopping at Wegman’s are doing so because of the cost, I think they’re doing it because there is a toy train running around on a track over the back of the store.