Tuesday, August 11, 2009

My Kid's Funny

We drove the six blocks to my parents this a.m., both of us in a sleep induced haze. We overslept. We tag teamed the dog duties, made it out of the house in 10 minutes flat.

Approximately three blocks from our house and three blocks from my parents' house, on a little known side street, a man pulled from the local hospital's parking lot, directly into my path and nearly t-boned me.

I slammed on the brakes. Honked the horn.

"Holy moly Grandpa, where you going?" I asked, to no one in particular.

T responds: Apparently he was trying to go right into you!

Me: Apparently he should not be driving.

T responds: Oh cut him some slack, mama, after all he is BLIND!

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