Scary fact picked up from Mental Floss magazine: If you are under the age of 48 (and a US citizen, natch) you have never voted in a presidential election where a Dole or a Bush were not candidates for the office of vice-president or president. That's more than vaguely disturbing to me for some weird reason.
Okay, some pre-LJ history!
About two years ago I got to witness an auto-accident over the July 4th weekend. It was one of those really bizarre things that almost seemed too surreal for words. I was driving down El Camino toward this comic book shop I used to go to all the time when I used to live in Foster City (all hail Space Beaver!). The traffic was weird: the left lane was packed up in both directions, but the right lane was wide open. I was passing dozens of cars, keeping it sane 'cause you KNEW one of those saps would decide they had enough of THIS crap, and swing right into my lane in a desperate attempt to escape the backup.
There was this one guy about to make a left turn onto 39th. I honestly can't say why I remember as much as I do about this -- but I did notice him, and just got this feeling that there was something up. I looked up in my rear view mirror to check it out one last little paranoid time... just in time to catch him start to make the turn, and then pause for whatever reason, during which time he was nailed by a sedan not four car lengths behind me.
I had to backtrack via side streets (traffic just got seven times worse) and finally got there about 15 minutes after the accident. The driver of the sedan was being loaded onto a back board by paramedics.
Now, Things That Piss Me Off: This was mid-afternoon. On a clear, sunny day. Cars were STOPPED in both directions. There were two parking lots with people all over the place. Yet some how, I was the only witness not in one of the two vehicles.
I mention this because I finally received a call today from some law firm about it. I'm hoping it's for the driver of the sedan...