El Burro Volador

‘Bekah and I had a truly wonderful day at the zoo, which is one of our favorite places to go.  I’ve always felt that the Denver Zoo, while lacking the prestige of certain other zoos, was very vital and inspiring, as zoos go.  The zoo we visited in Seattle, for example, was pretty depressing, though it did have Malayan Sun Bears.

Before we got to the zoo, however, there was the harrowing Denver traffic to get through.  At one point, everyone in front of us slowed down abruptly, forcing me to apply the brakes in what I shall describe as a vigorous fashion.  Rebek seemed tense, which I took as something of an affront to my driving skills until she explained that she was always worried that the car behind her would be tailgating her and rear-end her whenever she was in a car that braked suddenly.

I assured her that when everyone slowed down like this, the solid wall of red brake-lights would catch the attention of even a distracted or absent-minded driver.  About three seconds later, a car plowed into the rear of the SUV next to us.   So I guess I was wrong about that.

When I went out again for my weekly gaming night, I immediately encountered another bad collision.  I fear St. Paddy’s day was to blame, though that first motorist would’ve had to be intoxicated at 10:00 in the morning, which I guess is the logical consequence of the “It’s noon somewhere” approach to drinking.