Poor Mr. Lamppost
“You bastard!” cried out the Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring. “You killed Mr. Lamppost!”
As the Aggie Ring and I were driving into the parking lot where our mailbox is at the UPS Store, a very large commercial truck (18 wheeler) ran right into this poor lamppost who was just standing there doing his job.
We’re still trying to figure out how that happened. It’s a parking lot for gosh sakes, not a racetrack. There were no cars nearby and nothing but open space around Mr. Lamppost. The police were called. We suspect that the driver was either drunk, on drugs, using his cell phone to text, or a combination of several of those options.
“How do you run a large commercial vehicle into a lamppost in the middle of an open parking lot?” asked Aggie Ring.
The wake and viewing for Mr. Lamppost will be at the Bongerzone Funeral Parlor in Tinton Falls, New Jersey. Dress is casual and it’s BYOB.
“I’m going to miss that lamppost.” sadly said Aggie Ring.
Poor Mr. Lamppost
“You bastard!” cried out the Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring. “You killed Mr. Lamppost!”
As the Aggie Ring and I were driving into the parking lot where our mailbox is at the UPS Store, a very large commercial truck (18 wheeler) ran right into this poor lamppost who was just standing there doing his job.
We’re still trying to figure out how that happened. It’s a parking lot for gosh sakes, not a racetrack. There were no cars nearby and nothing but open space around Mr. Lamppost. The police were called. We suspect that the driver was either drunk, on drugs, using his cell phone to text, or a combination of several of those options.
“How do you run a large commercial vehicle into a lamppost in the middle of an open parking lot?” asked Aggie Ring.
The wake and viewing for Mr. Lamppost will be at the Bongerzone Funeral Parlor in Tinton Falls, New Jersey. Dress is casual and it’s BYOB.
“I’m going to miss that lamppost.” sadly said Aggie Ring.