Schadenfreude
Normally, I am not one to laugh openly at one's misfortune. However, a car accident on Airport Road was just too ironic.

The car was traveling toward Airport road from that road that's next to the Chevron station. Somehow, it managed to lose traction on the back end of the car and had a one-car rear-end collision with a 75 foot tall concrete pole.

TC's theory on how the car managed to do this was that he was coming off the side street too fast and, once he realized this, applied his brakes making the weight of the car shift to the front wheels. Then, with the weight of the entire car balanced on the front, the back end swung around the side that was easiest for it and smacko, pole time.

I think TC might be right, but my first thought was that he was gunning it from a stop and didn't understand the strength of the car. While the back wheels were propelling it forward rapidly and baby-driver was thinking he was James Bond, the lack of traction on the back wheels made the rear heavy car swing around and smacko, pole time.

It was the body language and expression of the 22ish year old male driver and the type of the car made it humorous. He was pouting because he just wrecked his (or daddy's) Porsche Boxter. Duh hur hur.

Almost Karma
Two minutes later, as I'm driving down the road to work, a light blue 1988 Toyota Crapmobile pulled out from a stop sign in front of my van. My antilock brakes, which normally I don't really like the concept of, worked wonderfully and I didn't kill her or even total her car by putting a tiny dent in it. As an added bonus, all loose objects in my van can be conveniently found toward the front now.

Oh, and schadenfreude is pronounced SHAHD-n-froy-duh, not SHAY-den-froyd.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 2:23 PM