Drunk drivers hide your cars
The crash at 6 this morning turned out not to be the garbage truck or someone dropping a bunch of cans. It was someone hitting our room mate’s car. All of us kind of heard it, but half woke up and then went back to sleep. His car is undrivable. The front left axle is broken. We deduced from the parts on the street and the paint on Ben’s car that it was a red Honda that did it.
Andy was just driving to hockey and found the culprit vehicle. It’s parked two blocks down in a driveway. I took pictures of everything but the police told us that Ben has to be the one who calls. He’s in Utah until Monday. He hasn’t gotten the news yet.
Life here is so much more exciting than the stuffy Signature hotel of last baseball season.
Did I also mention that the other neighbors have chickens and a rooster? It’s kind of nice swimming in the pool to the soothing sounds of farm fowl.
Tags: