Escalator of Life
Jan. 26th, 2006 08:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7No zombies this morning, folks.
Yesterday afternoon, a tractor-trailer rear-ended a car in Florida. The car had stopped for a school bus; the truck and car slid into the bus, and knocked the bus off the road. Terrible, but there's, to me, a mitigating circumstance.
Please note - my father has been a trucker since I was three years old. He has had a single accident in that time, when we were rear-ended near El Paso. It's a pretty freaky story - ask me about it sometime.
Anyway, back to Florida.
7 people were in the car. Not minivan. Car. Passenger car. A Pontiac. There are no Pontiac passenger cars designed for seven passengers. The driver was the oldest person in the car. She was FIFTEEN. No license - learner's permit. All of the passengers were adoptive/foster siblings. The youngest was 20 months. What on Earth is wrong with the adoptive parents?
There's fault everywhere in this one. The trucker was the cause of the accident, no way around that. But, my word, people. Have some sense - 7 kids in a car. I swear, if they were the natural children, I'd call it evolution in action, but I can't. Those kids were just unlucky. Horribly.
On a happier note, it's Thursday, and that means game night. Dice will be clattered, fun will be had, horrible jokes told, and attempts to derail will be hammered into thin paste.
And I may finally get to see Brokeback Mountain this weekend.
Yesterday afternoon, a tractor-trailer rear-ended a car in Florida. The car had stopped for a school bus; the truck and car slid into the bus, and knocked the bus off the road. Terrible, but there's, to me, a mitigating circumstance.
Please note - my father has been a trucker since I was three years old. He has had a single accident in that time, when we were rear-ended near El Paso. It's a pretty freaky story - ask me about it sometime.
Anyway, back to Florida.
7 people were in the car. Not minivan. Car. Passenger car. A Pontiac. There are no Pontiac passenger cars designed for seven passengers. The driver was the oldest person in the car. She was FIFTEEN. No license - learner's permit. All of the passengers were adoptive/foster siblings. The youngest was 20 months. What on Earth is wrong with the adoptive parents?
There's fault everywhere in this one. The trucker was the cause of the accident, no way around that. But, my word, people. Have some sense - 7 kids in a car. I swear, if they were the natural children, I'd call it evolution in action, but I can't. Those kids were just unlucky. Horribly.
On a happier note, it's Thursday, and that means game night. Dice will be clattered, fun will be had, horrible jokes told, and attempts to derail will be hammered into thin paste.
And I may finally get to see Brokeback Mountain this weekend.