I think the fires here in Southern California are starting to make us a bit kooky. Yesterday at work, an RTA bus ran through a
closed railroad crossing arm.
As you can see from the picture on the left, there's something obviously missing from this railroad crossing. What the driver was thinking we can't really be sure, but what was scary was that he didn't slow down despite the horns from an oncoming train. Aren't buses supposed to stop before railroad tracks, anyway?
I guess what bothers me the most (as if the aforementioned wasn't enough) is that the passengers on the bus hardly batted an eye. You see, the bus made a u-turn to what seemed to be the obvious. Pull over, call authorities, and report the incident. What
really happened? The bus drives by us for a second time, seemingly even faster, and books it out of there. As it came by again, there were no faces of distress or confusion. They all had the same expression of the driver. Lifeless, inanimate, even asleep looking people. In my mind, I imagined the bus driver pulling the gun from underneath his seat and saying,
"Nobody saw nothin."
And nobody did. At least that's how it plays out in my mind.
Kookyness is in the-
(wait, or is it 'kook
iness?' I feel like the latter would phonetically sound more like 'cookie-ness.' I'm afraid that with that, people would just think of cookies. Hot, delicious, chocolate chip
cookies. But if I wanted people to think of cookies, I'd have simple just spelled it 'cookieness'. Yeah.
Cookieness. I like that. Look for 'cookiness' in a future entry. So for now lets stick with
Kookyness)
is in the air, my friends. The bus driver, the passengers, the pointless rant on cookies- let's face it. It's probably because of the
fire.
And now that we're on the topic of fire, I've got some burning questions. Has anyone noticed that fire updates are on every local news channel? Rightfully so, but that's not where I'm headed with this. There's a few things that don't add up here. What happens to all the news that was
supposed to be reported if the fire never happened? Does it get pushed back? Do the intricate laws of newscasting somehow suspend time and space and forbid any new news from being reported? Amber alerts? Fugitive rapists? Sales at
Crazy Gideon's? Where does it all go?
Well in any case, I hope the fires get put out soon. There and thousands of displaced people who are losing so many priceless possessions. It can't come any sooner, because the smoke is starting to make me feel a little loopy.
And if anyone's interested, there's a broken RR crossing arm in our parking lot if anyone wants it. I know there's some weirdo out there that would love to claim it to add to his or her pre-existing railroad crossing gate collection.
This has eBay written all over it.
Your Friend,
-jason
