would you notice

if the following little series of events happened to you? I can't set those damn polls up right to save my life, so you can just say whether or not you would notice and/or be spookified plus any additional whatnot if any.


Last evening I took a walk down to the corner store, something I do every day without incident. On my way a pickup loaded with household junk passed by me at a high rate of speed, hit a bump, and disgorged a mammoth wrought-iron table with a plate-glass top. Said top parted ways with its frame, became neatly airborne just like in the movies, and would have decapitated me had I been just a little further down the sidewalk. As it was only about a dozen ensuing cars experienced four-tire blowouts due to, well, huge chunks of glass which had flown into the road.

Twelve hours later I turned fifty, which has not been going down well with me to begin with. Today, 18 hours after the glass incident, another pickup, this time loaded with loaded people at lunchtime, neglected to come to a timely halt in front of the public bench at which I was sitting with friends. This is why berms were made. Berms work. I heart berms.

And then, just to round things out, I have just returned from my evening walk to the corner store. I have come full circle: on this walk, what swings jauntily into the store parking lot in front of me? Caskets. An open truck trailer of caskets. Neatly boxed in super-duper cardboard, but, I checked them, and they were indeed brand-new caskets. Mmmhmmmm.

Now, I'm not worried about the croaky-dokey itself. I did that once, briefly, and it was a wonderful trip. But I'm not done yet, dammit. I'm staying in tonight. Am I the only one who listens to the spookies when they show up?

paprikapink said:

If a coffin had fallen off the truck and threatened you, then you should take heed. I think the mere fact that the coffins all remained unused, and you were right there, is a good, good sign.

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I wish I could do the fancy multiquote thing . . .

I marched right on up to them caskets. Because I really couldn't believe my own two eyes, right after the other stuff. It is tough to mistake caskets, though, even when they're in cardboard blankets. I've SEEN caskets, and the people in them, half my family's expired FGS, but on an open flatbed in almost the same spot where the glass table took flight, well. I asked the driver guy, I said, You are driving a load of permanent retirement homes, right?

Yes ma'am that's right. Don't let that rattle ya, it don't rattle me.

And I walked right up to those boxes and looked 'em in the eye and said, Well, what the hell. I will exercise extra caution while walking home tonight. And that is the only concession I will make to you.

They did stay right where they were in transit, and I think, paprika, that you are right. I remember that now, about their dropping off of transport, yes, not a good thing. I'd forgotten that.

Shweta, pickup trucks, yes, care will be taken. LOL to everyone else.

You guys are all great, wisdomatious and comfortalizing, as davids would surely say.