Flip-flop Man

Last night Dave went to work in the evening for a couple of hours to catch up on things. This is not all-together out of character. What was out-of-character was the question he asked when he returned home.

"How was YOUR evening?" (emphasis on "your")

Normally he'll ask something like "did Rhianna go down ok?," "what'd you do while I was gone?," you know, standard stuff.

Fine, what happened to you?

So most people are in or witness to what? maybe 5 car accidents in their life? Well, Dave is filling his quota fast. As he was driving to work at about 7:30, the truck in front of him and the motorcycle in back of him decided to have a little shindig after turning onto main. The motorcycle sped past Dave and must have not seen the truck changing lanes ahead of him and.. well, I'm not sure the details exactly, but Dave said it was "just like on tv" when the motorcyclist (hereby known as Flip-flop Man) came off his bike as it went skidding down the road. Yikes. Flip-flop Man was wearing a helmet and apparently was able to limp along ok with bad road rash on his arm/leg/now-mangled-flip-flopped-feet. Dave and some other motorists stopped to make sure things were well in hand before going about their way.

Geez. Just when you think you've had enough events to fill your brain for one week, something else happens. So this post is in dedication to Dave, who seems to be keeping his wits about him very well; to Erica, who's baby boy went through surgery today with, as far as we can tell, flying colors; and to everyone out there who's dealt with the Unexpected more than their fair share in the last few weeks. Your strength inspires.