Very Expensive Sushi
My wife wanted Sushi. It’s close to Valentine’s Day so I thought, OK, I’ll get her some. I went to her favorite Sushi Bar, which is less than a mile from our house, and ordered her some take out. Once I had the order I got in the minivan to drive home.
The exit to the parking lot for the shopping area of the restaurant sits right next to a busy intersection. It’s a very bad design. As I waited to pull out of the parking lot, the lights of the intersection changed. Some stupid kid, driving a jacked up truck, came barreling around the corner and cut across the lanes of traffic to enter the parking lot I was leaving.
He cut it really close, so close that he was gonna hit me! So, I threw my car in reverse and backed up to give him room. Then I heard a sound that was eerily similar to that of an empty Pepsi can getting crushed in my fist. The truck didn’t hit me but I had backed up into a car that was sitting very close behind me.
The truck that was the catalyst of all this must’ve realized he’d caused it because I watched as it dashed through the lot and made a speedy retreat out of another exit.
I got out to survey the damage. That’s when I saw that behind the car I hit was a police car. The cop pulled up beside me and rolled down his window.
“You gonna be OK to exchange information with that guy?”, he said pointing to the other car.
I replied, “Yeah.”
He rolled up his window and drove off.
California Police won’t do anything unless there are guns, alcohol, drugs, gang members or a bloody body present. We drove our cars to a less crowded area of the lot and exchanged insurance information. When I arrived home and brought my wife her food, I placed it on the table and said…
“This was very expensive Sushi.”
