There’s not a lot going on these days. The park looks like a ghost town almost. Don still walks and visits with a few that are still in the park. I still “Walk Away the Pounds” on M-W-F and walk the manager almost every day.
Today, Don suggested that we go to Jason’s Deli for lunch, so off we went.
Walking across the parking lot, we noticed a police motorcycle parked under a tree. As we crossed the lot, the policeman came out of the Deli and started over to the far left from the front door. Suddenly he turned and grinned at me sheepishly and I asked him if he lost his motorcycle and pointed to where it was.
While this little bit of fun was taking place a girl parked in a “No Parking” fire lane, came out of the Deli with her to-go order, got in her car and promptly backed into Don. 
“I’m fine.” And into Jason’s Deli he went.
Of course, I followed him, but noticed that the police officer came back and said something to her. She probably should have gotten a ticket and we probably should have gotten her insurance information, but we didn’t and she didn’t.
Thankfully, Don’s hand doesn’t seem to be broken, just bruised a little. Also thankful that he didn’t fall.
Count it all joy!
2 comments:
As usual, you are such a great story teller. It makes me feel that we are right there. The images are so interesting. I'm also glad Don was not more seriously injured. The company that I used to work for built most of the water tanks in victoria, TX. (just a lil' piece of nonuseful info for you)...lol.
Now I am wondering how Don hurt his hand, did he hit the girl?? :-)
I know he didn't but can't figure out what happened to his hand. Let me know OK?
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