659. On crossing the road

© Bruce Goodman 31 July 2015


Eunice had this exciting habit. Her life was boring and she had to supplement the monotony with an occasional bit of silliness.

When she went shopping, and had to cross the road on a zebra crossing, she liked to dawdle. She would count the number of vehicles that had to stop. The record was twenty-one. Twenty-one!

That number had stood for a while and was getting rather hum-drum; rather ho-hum. Eunice concocted another exciting plan. She would see what was the biggest vehicle she could stop.

Quick, Eunice! Run! Run! Get to the crossing! Here comes a whole fleet of trucks! They’re huge! A gigantic fleet of lorries! They’ll smash all records!

Run! Eunice! Run! They’ll smash…

25 thoughts on “659. On crossing the road

                    1. Cynthia Jobin

                      But Bruce, crossing the road involves one of the deepest questions of existence: “Why did the Chicken cross the road?” Though the consensus over time is that it crossed the road “to get to the other side,” many great minds have wrestled with it and come up with other answers:
                      Why did the chicken cross the road?….
                      Plato: For the greater good.
                      Aristotle: To actualize its potential
                      Einstein: The chicken did not cross the road, the road passed under the chicken.
                      Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death…
                      ….and many, many others.

                    2. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      My goodness ! And I really like the Einstein response! It says it all so succinctly! I will add one of my own:
                      Why did the chicken cross the road?
                      Salvador Dali: A fish.

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks for that interesting link of Yaw. The story here is based on a sweet old lady I helped once to cross the road. She stopped in the middle of the crossing and counted. “Got seven of the bastards,” she said!


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