Disregarding the law is all well and good, but you know,
sometimes common sense should tell you to just read the
signs, you know?
"I fought the law
and ... the law won."
On his way home from a greuling session with his dentist Wednesday, Pigdog
Photocartoonographer The Compulsive Splicer came across evidence of an event
that made him wonder why shit like this doesn't happen more often.
Where Sloat and Junipero Serra meet in San Francisco, the driver of a late
model BMW apparantly thought the stop lines painted on the street were there to
make the streets pretty.
Signs, signs, everywhere
signs.
At the same time, the conductor of an outbound M Ocean View MUNI train
apparantly decided to offer a friendly lesson in traffic safety.
Pigdog Journal was unable to determine exactly when the collision ocurred, but
this reporter isn't sure that he cares. Oddly, he finds the Rod Stewart song
"Every Picture Tells A Story" running through his head. Normally this might
prove to be quite an annoyance, but with this photographic evidence, who can
argue?
The scene, from
the other side.
The vehicle was found ungarnished by blood or gore, indicating that any
injuries sustained may have been minor. Splicer's humanitarian side is relieved
for the sake of the well-being of the driver and any passengers that may have
occupied the vehicle. Splicer is glad also because he thinks he must have
swallowed some fluoride rinse while at the dentist's, and was feeling rather
nauseous to begin with. Evidence of loss of bodily integrity at the scene
probably would have made him lose his cookies.
