I came home one day and Barton F. Graf was laughing his ass off while reading the Lexington Minuteman, the local paper. I looked at the headline that was cracking him up and it read: Local woman run down in Lexington center.
Ok. I asked Barton F. Graf what was so funny. He said, "You know how the town passed this new law and put those crosswalks in the center of town where all cars have to stop if a pedestrian is in the crosswalk, like the Walk/Don't Walk signs aren't good enough, now people can just traipse across the street whenever they feel like it and we all have to stop?"
Yeah.
"Well, this lady was crossing." He started to laugh again. "And she got mowed over." More laughing. "And you know who that lady was? It was the town councelwoman who passd the law!" Barton F. Graf is howling now. "And you know, you know, she was standing in that crosswalk, looking at that oncoming car, and she was thinking to herself, that car has to stop because I passed the Crosswalk Law. But you know what? She was wrong."
And he laughed and laughed and laughed until my mother told him to pipe down.
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