The other day on the way to my INR I pulled up behind a garbage truck. That’s never a good way to start a day.
“Crap,” I thought, “Things can’t get any worse.” Naturally I was wrong, because whenever I say that, well, you know what happens. This time, immediately after I thought it couldn’t get worse, the driver put his left arm out of the window. It held a lit, stinky cigar. Cigars are, well, completely disgusting, and they smell worse than just about anything on the planet. Now I was sure, that, well, things couldn’t get any worse.
You might say: “When will he figure this out? Things can always get worse!” You’ll be glad to know that I finally learned that lesson and I will never ever utter that phrase again. Because immediately after I had that thought the reeking garbage truck started spewing plumes of noxious smoke. Ugggh I said to myself things can’t get any worse. Ok so I an idiot Sue Me.
A few minutes later, I was caught off guard and lulled into a false sense of complacency when the garbage truck went straight and I turned left on 14th St. “thank God I don’t have to smell that anymore.” I thought happily.
I drove on for at least 30 seconds before I rounded a curve and had to brake sharply with all three lanes of traffic stopped. I have no idea why except to teach me a lesson since rush hour traffic does not start to head downtown this early.
Did I mention it was a lovely morning? Sixty degrees as the sun started to reflect on the buildings ahead. A beautiful roll down those windows and let in the fresh air kind of morning. Would you know it I spent the next 15 minutes stuck in traffic while APD dealt with a man passed out in the middle of Junipter St. next to a dead skunk!