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Thursday, February 1, 2018

Classic Rant #727 (April 30, 2012): Why Don't We Do It In the Road?



Well, we haven't had a real dumb story in quite a while, but after a relaxing birthday weekend--where I did next to nothing, which was fine with me--here is a good one to start the week.

Two teenage girls who fell asleep on a rural Pennsylvania road while sunbathing, and were struck by a car, were reported to be in fair condition.

The two 13 year olds decided to take in the sun on Sunday afternoon (natch), and they were hit by, believe it or not, a 19-year-old relative, who had stopped at a nearby stop sign and made a turn before striking the girls with his car.

The man was questioned by police about the incident, but evidently, no wrongdoing was found.

The girls were airlifted to the Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh, and they were doing as well as they could be doing after such an incident.

Well, we all remember the Beatles' tune "Why Don't We Do It In the Road," but I think that even John, Paul, George and Ringo didn't mean this literally.

What could these girls have been thinking?

And why were these girls so tired that they actually fell asleep in the middle of the road?

And, wouldn't you call being hit by a relative something of a strange coincidence?

Very strange, very strange.

Hey, I could have talked at length about this being the 223rd anniversary of George Washington taking office in New York as the first president of the United States, or this being the 112th anniversary of the fabled Casey Jones saving train passengers as he stayed at the controls of a runaway locomotive.

I could have spoken about all of those, but two girls being hit while sunbathing in the middle of the road intrigued me more than those stories.

I must be a sucker for stories that show complete human stupidity, but there you have it.

Heck, if they decided to sunbathe on the side of the road, there would be no story, and I would have to pontificate on Washington and Jones.

Maybe that would have been a blessing, maybe not.

Maybe I am going senile at age 55.

Whatever the case, I just wanted to bring the girls' plight to your attention.

I guess you should just look at it as something light for a springtime Monday morning, something to go along with your breakfast that won't back you up too much.

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