Back in the day, when we moved from Hillmomba proper to our Hillbilly Mansion, times were simpler. The route to civilization was marred only by stop signs for cars trying to infiltrate our little burg from the highway exit ramps. Fie on progress! Now we have a multitude of stoplights, and wacky crooked traffic lanes. I've adapted, but I'm not happy.
Thank the Gummi Mary for her conference call with Even Steven. I narrowly avoided being trapped on the wrong side of the overpass during my mission to score a 44 oz. Diet Coke. Oh, I could have still forged a route home with a simple U-turn, left turn, and roundabout. But law enforcement kind of frowns on the U-ey. Haha! Good luck catching me, copper, because your headquarters is on the wrong side of the underpass. You'd have to hit the interstate, careen down and up the sides of the muddy median, reverse direction, and get stuck in the stuck traffic waiting on the exit ramp.
Yeah. I made the light and pulled in for my 44 oz. Diet Coke without incident. When I came out, this sight gave me a fine how-do-you do at the underpass. Made me no nevermind. I was on my way out of town by then. No need to get hung up in that snarl of gas-burners. Looks like somebody cut the turn too sharp while hauling a lengthy concrete beam.
One of the perils of downtown Hillmomba.
I have a smaller car now, and can easily do u-turns. A week ago, I did one (on a 4-lane street) right in front of a police car who passed me up. I held my breath and watched, making sure he didn't do the same to give me trouble...
ReplyDeleteLuckily, I was safe.
Sioux,
ReplyDeleteSOME people will do anything for attention. And it doesn't even have to be GOOD attention. But I'm sure you've figured that out by frequenting third-grade classrooms.
Well, Madam, it would not surprise me if you could do a U-turn right under an extra-long concrete I-beam blocking three ways at a four-way intersection. With a small car, you know, not a T-Hoe. As small, perhaps, as the cell phone favored by my mom.