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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Slow Down, You’re Gonna Crash

When I’m (really) concentrating on something at work, I can tune out lots of things. Even the ringing of the front-desk phone being pumped through the overhead speakers (“BONG!”), one of which I can see right outside my door. Conversely, when I want to be distracted, I can hear . . . well, a lot*.

I don’t know why I mention this, other than to report that I heard two car accidents this morning. In six-plus years at my office, I don’t think I’ve heard more than one or two total. And today, it’s two crashes before lunch.

The first one was a short squeal of tires followed by a sickening crunch of metal. One of the guys working on the building’s A/C reported that a “really old woman” had attempted a turn and pulled right in front of a semi. But she was fine (reportedly). The second crash was a few hours later; I didn’t hear any tires squealing, and the crash itself sounded more brutal and/or closer to my building. As with the first crash, the second was followed a minute later by the wailing of multiple sirens.

Both times, I resisted the temptation to go outside and investigate.

* The Regional Queen of TMI works in an office 12 feet from mine. And she talks very loudly. About all matter of sinning. Which is probably appropriate, with me being a High Baron of TMI.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 03/22 at 04:58 PM
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