Stories From Work

In this post, I talked about a funny story from work. Just a few days later, a co-worker radioed me with his own story.

Seems that he was blocking traffic at the bottom of an off-ramp, as his 35-car procession was coming off the freeway. He was blocking both lanes with his motorcycle when a lady pulled up on his left side and asked if he was OK.

He responded in the affirmative, and thanked her for her concern. Then she asked him why he was sitting in the middle of the road. She was apparently oblivious to the flashing red and yellow lights on the back and sides of his motorcycle, as well as the procession passing by 20 yards or so down the road. My colleague pointed the procession out to her, and she responded with something to the effect of “Oh, that’s what those things are.”

Sigh.

Today, that same co-worker was on an off-ramp when he managed to ride through a large spill of concrete that had apparently spilled from a truck. Not his day, I guess.

Also today, I was headed south on the same street involved in my previous story, blocking traffic for the procession to move through, when a white four-door sedan with out-of-state plates zipped past me on the right, then turned down a side street. There wasn’t much I could do except blow my whistle in frustration.

About five blocks later, I pulled up to a light just as a white four-door sedan with out-of-state plates arrived at the side street. I realized it was the same car. He started to pull out, and I blew the whistle and raised my hand to a “stop” signal. I pointed to him, and made the stop signal again, just so he was clear. He unbuckled his seat belt and stuck his head out of the sun roof to ask me, “Is that illegal or something?”

I replied, “As a matter of fact, it is. Check out ORC section 4511.451 if you’re curious, and have a nice day.” He looked perturbed as he sat back down. Oh well.