roadblocks
I’m leaving my apartment bright and early one morning, on my way to meet Ashley across town for breakfast. As usual, I’m running late, because I’m a total bastard. So I hop on my bike, still rubbing sleep from my eyes, and tear ass down my street. I don’t get more than a block before I notice something…unusual. Something that wasn’t along this route yesterday. Something that certainly did not belong in the road.
That can’t be right, I think. I rub my eyes as if the mere presence of lingering eye-boogies can somehow be responsible for such an optical distortion that they can cause a house to appear in the road. When this fails to have any effect, I consider the possibility that I might somehow still be asleep, so I close my eyes and pop myself in the jaw once, hard. (Note: for those of you wanting to try this at home, closing your eyes and punching yourself whilst traveling down a hill at speed on a bike in traffic is not that great of an idea.) When I open my eyes again, I see:
The house is still there, and there’s also a thousand people milling around to marvel at this house that somehow crawled its way off its foundation and on to the street, and all of them are completely oblivious to the fact that I am late for my breakfast date. Gritting my teeth, I dig in to my pedals and build up to full ramming speed, figuring that I will just plow through crowd and creeping house both.
The house won, of course. I detoured.
I found out later that they had projected about three hours to move the house the three blocks to its semi-permanent home in a parking lot down the street. It ended up taking until something like 10 o’clock that night, as apparently nobody in the city had thought to use a tape measure before hand and so it caught everyone off guard when it ended up being wider than the street. According to the project’s website, they’re going to move the house back to its original spot in October of next year. I’ll be sure to leave for breakfast a bit earlier on that day.
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