Justice is blind? The Washington Post reports: Antonin Scalia caused a four-car pile-up this morning on the George Washington Parkway, with a former NBC reporter witnessing from the car behind him. She says he didn’t brake and that that’s an originalist interpretation.
Karma kaze driver.
Ahem.
I had a really good day today, so I threw out the cabin fever and ran a few errands that had needed doing while I was down. On my way home, I noticed at a light that the person behind me was my next door neighbor. I waved hi. She didn’t notice. Approaching our neighborhood, she turned left.
Well, I thought, for once I’ll get a chance to time the difference between that left and turning here at the light. She gets the stopsigns and the twists in the road; I get the wait and then the straight shot forward.
And then we were facing each other head-on, turning in tandem onto our street. Totally a tie.
I pulled in my driveway and got out laughing, calling over to her as she got out. She’d had no idea she’d been behind me; we chatted a moment, glad for some neighbor time.
“How’s the new grandson?” She has triplet grandchildren, she knew how happy a question that was.
But at one point she had to stop me to just exclaim, “You look FABULOUS!”
I was very surprised and blushed and thanked her and admitted I’d had the flu and had lost some weight the last few weeks. (The bod, it’s a flu-zy around germs, picking up on them constantly, don’t listen to it.)
“You don’t need to lose any weight,” she affirmed–“But you look so young.” She said it again:Â “You look FABULOUS!”
I tell you. I can never move away. Not with good neighbors like mine.