It’s hard to remember the last time Lisa or I had to give a statement to law enforcement. This weekend both of us did, but for completely different events.
But I should back up a bit. We had a fun weekend.
On Saturday we headed to Northeast Minneapolis to go to Brickmania, where the Greater Midwest Lego Train Club was having its monthly open house. The GMLTC basically appears to be a bunch of grown men who never got over their love of playing with Legos, and the results are kind of spectacular. Mathias had a lot of fun, especially with the huge ramp for Lego cars.
After that we headed up Central looking for lunch, and ended up at Flameburger. Flameburger makes an excellent hamburger, at least by Twin Cities standards, and Lisa had a pretty good grilled cheese as well. We got Mathias chicken strips, which tasted more like fish than they did chicken, but that was probably OK as Mathias basically ended up eating french fries for a half hour anyway.
It was on our drive home–we headed up to 694 to encourage Mathias to take a nap–that the weekend started to get wonky. The weather was rainy and windy, so traffic was moving pretty slow, and I quickly settled in in the middle lane at around 55. The left lane was going about the same speed, much to the annoyance of the old Grand Prix that suddenly appeared to my left. Just as my brain started to register that this dude could really be a problem, he opened just enough space between me and the car in front of him that he could dart over in front of us–and start fishtailing all over the center lane. Expecting an accident, I backed off, but he recovered. He clearly wasn’t happy being stuck in the middle lane any more than he was the left, though, so he sped ahead of the two cars to my front left and did an extremely sharp lane change back to the left lane. Once again he started to fishtail, but this time he would not recover. He slammed into the center median and then pivoted back across all three lanes of traffic. I momentarily took my eyes off of him as I braked–traffic was dense I was afraid of us getting hit from behind–but when I saw him again his car was headed right back at the center median, almost perpendicular to traffic. He hit the center median close to straight-on. There his car came to rest, sans his left-rear tire, which was laying on the right shoulder.
We ended up being the ones who called 911, which resulted in us getting a call from a state trooper about 20 minutes later. He asked me to give a statement, which I did, after which he told me the driver of the Grand Prix had said that he’d been driving in the right lane when his tire blew out. Uh huh.
As planned, Mathias zonked out on the drive home, so I stayed home while Lisa headed out to run some errands. One of the items on her list was to stop at Walgreen’s to pick up some photos, where she encountered a moderately crazy looking guy at the one hour photo counter punching the Kodak photo kiosk. Some of the staff tried to stop him, which resulted in him attacking one of the managers. Suddenly there were cops everywhere, and in the end it turned out the guy was trying to print off photos of naked girls who couldn’t have been more than preschool age. With that it was Lisa’s turn to give a statement.
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Today was generally pleasant, and thankfully did not include distractions like car accidents and child porn. We headed down to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with one of Lisa’s old college friends and her husband (their son, by weird coincidence, goes to the same preschool as Mathias), where we had a picnic and let our kids look for frogs, hit things with sticks and run themselves crazy on the bog walk.
Aside from one rock-eating incident, Mathias and his friend Nicholas were pretty harmless, although towards the end there was a clear risk of them dismantling one of the flower gardens, so we had to get out there.
And now it’s Sunday evening, and we haven’t even done our weekly grocery shopping yet. I guess that’s one way to tell you had a full weekend.