Just a Scratch
Back in the mid-80’s when I was about 20, I was standing at a bus stop waiting for the bus. The street I was on had a little bit of construction going on and there were some of those orange barricades set up down the middle of the street.
(Back then, these were made of metal and had the yellow flashing light on top.) As I’m standing there, I see a Porsche convertible coming down the street with 3 guys about my own age inside. As they get closer, I can see them looking at me and talking to each other.
The car begins to slow down and I know at this point that they’re going to do something stupid. Sure enough, as they pass, they all turn in my direction and, on cue, yelling at me as they pass.
Unfortunately for the driver, karma was quick. As he turned his head to the right to yell at me, he swerved his car to the left a bit, hitting several of the metal pylons in the street, tearing up the driver side of what I can only assume was his daddy’s car! Needless to say, he sped off in a great hurry!
I spent the rest of my day in a surprisingly great mood!