Curse You, Television!
Last Thursday night was spent loafing around the living room watching CSI on TV. It's one of those shows that's just hypnotically awful. The dialogue makes J. Michael Straczynski look like William Shakespeare-- it's incredibly stilted, full of as-you-know-Bobbing, and hideously pun-ridden-- while the plotting is contrived even by the standards of televised police dramas. And yet, it's weirdly fascinating.
Anyway, the superfluous subplot of the week involved an idiot college student found dead in a bathtub. It was, of course, incredibly disgusting, and, of course, the cause of death didn't turn out to be anything straightforward like "he slipped, hit his head, and drowned." No, he died because of some sort of tiny brain hemorrhage sustained when he was rabbit-punched in a sports bar a few days earlier. According to the crusty medical examiner character, he felt just fine after the fight (maybe a little head-achy), until-- BAM-- he dropped dead.
Fast-forward to Saturday afternoon. It's cold, and rainy, and Kate and I are out running errands. Driving down one of the major streets in the area, I see a bunch of stopped cars up ahead at a light, so I step on the brake. Nothing much happens. I step harder, and the wheels lock. Whee! We skid to a stop a few feet from the back end of the car in front of us. Which, of course, turns out to be a cop car.
"Gee, it would've sucked to hit that cop," I say. Or words to that effect. A few seconds pass, then...
The guy behind us, driving a big pick-up truck, wasn't quite so lucky, and slammed into the back end of my car. The damage was pretty minimal, save for the fact that the car's design (1999 Taurus) is such that a dent in the bumper requires replacing the entire back end of the car. The truck was smashed up a bit worse, but both vehicles were drivable, and after much pacing around, explaining about the wet roads, and the filing of an accident report by the cop, we went on our way.
Nobody was hurt in the accident, and the other driver's insurance company has already contacted me about getting the car repaired, which is good. Kate and I feel just fine, except maybe a little stiff and head-achy...
And thanks to CSI, I've spent the last few days saddled with the mental image of suddenly dropping dead from a previously undetected brain hemorrhage.