There I was, yesterday, traveling down Troupville Road, Mahler’s First playing, nice warm February day, temperature in the mid 80’s, and what could be better. Cates Road, a little side road connecting Troupville to SR133, is an intersection where a tiny Farmer’s Market sits, and on the other side of the road are cows.
Why, Mike, are you telling us this?
The first car that makes a left in front of me, heading to Cates slows me down. The second vehicle is a truck, and the driver thinks he can make it. He can’t. I lock the brakes down and because there’s another car behind him, I have moved over as far as I can. I remember the scene in the movie Titanic, where the guy is saying “Turn bitch, turn,” and then. Yep. Crash.
I nail the guy’s back bumper andhear the sound of crunching glass. It’s not a hard impact. I pull over, my truck still mobile, and the other guy pulls over, too.
He’s young, nineteen, and chill about it. He calls his family. I call 911, and oh by the way.
On the same side of the road where I pulled off is a pasture with cows. As I am on the phone trying to get a deputy to come out and make an accident report, the cows, who think we’re there to feed them, start mooing.
911 Operator: “I’m sorry can you repeat that?
Me: “What?”
911: “Can you move way from the cows?”
I walk away from the cows.
So I call a friend just in case I need a ride. She’s different. Her sense of humor is out there. She’s with some friends as we’re trying to talk, she hears cows.
Friend: “Why do I hear cows?”
Me: “There are cows out here.”
Friend: “Get closer, I’ll put them on speaker.”
I walk towards the cows, so she and her friends can giggle over the sound of cows.
The deputy pulls in, and parks close to the fence. Now the cows are totally convinced it’s feeding time. They all crowd around and moo. Loudly moo. They are Death Metal Cows.
We have to move away from the cows.
So here we all are, backed away from the scene of the accident, and the cows are mooing like crazy, and anyone who comes up wonders what in the hell just happened.
Okay, here it is. I’m just got into a car accident where no one was hurt and I can drive away from it. The young man who pulled out in front of me is unharmed. I have insurance and so does he. No one is hurt.
The cows are funny because at the end of the day, I don’t care about anything that has happened, because no one is hurt.
It’s a win. It’s time to moooooooooooooooooooove on.
Take Care,
Mike
