- I was driving on Ann St under I-85 on Wednesday when I saw something I don't remember seeing before. There had obviously been a fender bender and there was a police car behind another with its lights flashing. Beside it, the police officer was talking with someone. Then I noticed: The front of the polics car was smashed in. The back bumper of the other car too. It was obvious what had happened. So I wondered: How did THAT conversation go? The official police position is that in a rear-end collision the back car is always at fault -- did it apply here? And if so, who pays the claim if the officer was at fault?
- THe next day, I was in a meeting at work with some pretty high up folks. The conference room was full, and we were going over a presentation about weather catastrophe modeling. Analysis of potential for large, sudden events that could be costly. Right at a key point, my hand has some sort of spasm and I knock over my cup of coffee. Not an ordinary cup of coffee, mind you. It was a hot, freshly brewed cup of coffee in a stinkin' 24-OUNCE MUG! With no lid. Yep, it went all over the place, and the meeting had to stop while we cleaned it up. Oops! However, everyone knows I'm a clutz (and it somehow missed the projector and everyone's clothes), so they laughed it off. What was odd about this? We were talking catastrophic events, and then I demonstrated one. Yep.
But dang, I wasted 24 ounces of awesome coffee! Do I take coffee seriously? Ummm, I grind the beans right before brewing each pot. So yeah.
Well, off to bed and then the big game in Fayetteville tomorrow. Hopefully, it'll be something I wanna write about. Enough accidents for one week.