I don’t know why he ran over a goose. Mean old man, you have a screw loose.
I was driving home from work when a family of geese started to cross the road. Two adults and three fuzzy yellow goslings. I stopped to let them cross. The people behind me stopped, too, of course.
The car coming the other way didn’t seem to be slowing down. But, I thought, how could the driver not stop? He must see the geese – you couldn’t miss them, really, especially with all the cars stopped on my side of the road.
But this guy, he didn’t stop. In fact, I think he sped up a little bit at the last moment, right before the sickening crunch of baby goose hitting metal bumper. Who does that? Who doesn’t stop for goslings crossing the street?
Well, this old man, apparently. The geese were a bit freaked out, but the gosling that was hit got up and limped drunkenly the rest of the way across and the others eventually followed.
If that old man didn’t see the geese, he shouldn’t be driving. Next time it could be someone’s kid. If he could see the geese and he didn’t care, well, then he’s just a big jerk. What goes around comes around, mean old guy.
catbird :: Jul.14.2003 ::
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