The Case of the Crazy Driver

09 Dec

I often work nights at Grooveshark, which means I also drive home very late or very early, depending on your perspective.

A few times on my way home, I’ve noticed somebody driving in a fashion that can only be summed up as ‘crazy.’ From a distance it looks like they start to pull up into somebody’s driveway, then turn onto the sidewalk, then back onto the road, and then back up onto the sidewalk again, until I or some other car gets near, then they zoom off down some side street.

Tonight I saw that again and I was on my scooter, so I decided to follow the car down the side street. It didn’t take them long to realize they were being followed, so they started driving even more crazily, speeding and running stop signs, turning off on even more side streets, but still sometimes pulling up onto the sidewalk and then veering off. I started to get freaked out at how freaked out this person was, and how crazy they were driving, afraid that they would decide to try to run me over or something, so I gave up. I turned around and took off, but not before looking back. And at that moment the car I had been following was pulled onto the sidewalk again, and I finally saw the detail I had been missing before. What I saw was a newspaper flying out the window of the car. My crazy driver was just a person delivering papers.

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