So after being at work for 14 hours, (I hate OT almost as much as I love the time-and-a-half on my paycheck), I finally got to go home. And I am sitting in a nice, air-conditioned taxi, being whisked across the East Side. Sitting in the back, calmly, minding my own business, trying to relax after an extraordinarily long, stressful day at work, and trying to relish those last few minutes of sanity before my parents arrive in the City tomorrow...
And then...
Honk Honk KERRRRR-ASH!
Luckily, I was not hurt. The taxi didn't appear to be too terribly damaged when I saw it, either. I was, however, panicked and stressed out. Even more luckily, the taxi happened to have come to a stop right in front of a restaurant I know and call somewhat frequently via work. So I waltzed right in and declared, I'm Jon from the No Tell Motel, and I was just in a taxi that had an accident on my way home from a pisser of a day at work and I want a cocktail NOW. And I got one.
After the vodka was all gone and the cops finally on the scene, I went out, made a statement (they were both sort of at fault - my guy punched the light, and the other guy was jumping it...).
Then the nice policeman said I could go home. And that's just what I did.
Posted by Jon at August 18, 2003 10:42 PM | TrackBackGlad to hear you're okay after having such a long day. I've never thought what it'd be like to be in an accident while in a cab. That must be kinda scary having no control and sitting in the back seat. I don't know what I'd do.
Posted by: Ryan at August 19, 2003 08:23 PMYou'd go have a drink, like I did!
Posted by: Jon at August 19, 2003 11:19 PM