Even worse was the fact that, Joliet being a relatively small town despite its official population, Mom knew the family, as did others on the hospital staff.
One of my friends from high school became a paramedic. He was first on the scene for the two separate-by-a-year car accidents which killed his brothers. So freaking unlikely you couldn't put it in a work of fiction without destroying its credibility.
Oh, Hec, that's terrible.
Unrelatedly: custom fit clothes from Target.
I getthe equivilent of 10 days, but they accumulate by the number of hours I work - ( ditto vaction) they can accumulate. This is the first time I have ever worried about there not being enough.
Oh, Hec, that's terrible.
Truly.
And
both accidents took place on the same bridge into the same canal (this is in South Florida where there are a lot of canals).
My friend was a really nice guy too. Buff little surfer dude, easy-going, fix your car for you, come over with a six pack and hang out.
I've neglected to share my conversation with JZ this morning.
I turned on the TV while I was eating cereal and the TiVo was picking up something under its own initiative. I watched for about a minute.
Me: "Jacqueline! You have to come see this."
JZ:
[comes over. Watches for a minute.]
"So. Is this Korean furry mpreg? And why is it on PBS?"
See it was an asian guy in a large bunny suit. With white paint on his face. Doing...exercises. And his bunny suit had a very large pregnant looking belly.
The name of the show was
Fruity Pie.
It looked like a mandarin language children's show.
Are there any easy ways to get gasoline smell off your hands?
Okay, I'll go fire it up. But once I'm done, what do I do with my bleeding fingertips?
Tell everyone your new guitar is hell.