This is a pretty funny story, so
My church recently moved. We no longer meet at the Minder Binders bar & grill on University and McClintock anymore, because they're remodeling during the summer. We've moved to the ACME Roadhouse bar & grill on University & Rural (these streets are for Networks' benefit). This Sunday was the 2nd Sunday we've been there, and I wasn't quite sure where it was yet.
So after I passed Apache going north, I knew it would be on the right side of the street, but I couldn't remember how far (Apache is a half-mile south of University -- it's 35 mph there). There was a car turning right ahead of me, but I wasn't paying attention (because I was looking for the bar). I hit my brakes, pretty hard, and managed to stop before I hit the guy in front of me. As I breathed a sigh of relief, that I knew I wasn't going to hit him, I checked my rearview mirror -- and thought, "Nope! She's going to hit me." So I held the brake as hard as I could, to make sure I didn't go into the guy in front of me, and we collided. We pulled into a McDonalds just up the road.
There was VERY little damage to my car. She maybe hit me going 10 mph more than I was moving, so it wasn't a big deal. Her front bumper didn't fare as well -- mostly crunched-up paint and maybe some structural damage. I drive an Oldsmobile Regency (the tank), and she had a Ford Focus.
As it turns out, she was just getting off of the phone with her dad, who had said, "Well, I better let you go before you drive off the road." She was reassuring him and had just hung up when she hit me. LOL
Anyway, I got her insurance/drivers license and phone number. Everyone involved is okay, so that's good. But now I might call her up and ask her out.
Yesterday, for the Fourth, I went tubing down the Salt River with some friends. That was fun - I'd never been there. Went from Point 1 to Point 4. If you've ever seen the Blue Collar Comedy tour, that's the same Salt River that Ron White talks about:
"We floated down the river for six hours drinkin' beer, not one person had to pee. I'd like to think that my friends wouldn't pee on themselves. I know I would. Just paddle up to somebody. Talk to em while you're peein' on yourself. That's relaxed right there."
But that was fun notwithstanding.
Anyway, what'd you guys do?
