Tuesday, July 23, 2013

A bad night in Queens.

I have been sick as a dog.

First I thought I had food poisoning.

Then, it turns out I'm having serious adverse effects from a medication my doctor gave me.

Literally my hair hurts, my skin hurts.

I am headachey and dizzy and chills and fever.

Yet yesterday I had to go to Minnesota to present some boards to the CEO.

Which went well.

The flight back to New York was cancelled.

Then on again.

Then cancelled.

Then three hours late.

We landed at LaGuardia after midnight in pouring rain and no cabs.

I can hardly stand up at this point.

So I grab a Gypsy cab.

Big mistake.

His car was from the early 90s and the tires were as bald as Don Rickles.

He was driving too fast, spun out of control, crashed into one concrete wall and rebounded into another.

Thank god I had my seat belt on. I wouldn't be typing this if I hadn't.

I am bruised up pretty bad.

My knee was wrenched.

And like I said, my hair still hurts.

But somehow I got another car, and made it finally home.

9 comments:

tore claesson said...

My goodness. Glad to learn nothing more serious happened to you. Life's precious and unpredictable.

glasgowdick said...

A trip to the Fugit is in order.
Glad to hear you're OK.

Anonymous said...

Wishing you a speedy recovery, George. And thank you for posting endless words of wisdom on advertising as it should be, day in and day out. Your blog is a delight for those who appreciate nothing but the truth well-stated.

An avid reader from Arabia

An avid reader from Arabia said...

Wishing you a speedy recovery, George. And thank you posting endless words of wisdom on advertising as it should be, day in and day out. Your blog is a delight for those who appreciate the truth well-stated.

An avid reader from Arabia said...

Wishing you a speedy recovery, George. And thank you posting endless words of wisdom on advertising as it should be, day in and day out. Your blog is a delight for those who appreciate the truth well-stated.

Anonymous said...

George, get checked out. Knee injuries over 40 are not a joke. Next time, call Uber.

BOB HOFFMAN said...

Yuk. Take the rest of the decade off.

Bob said...

Sounds like your driver had way too much Pike's Ale (the ALE that won for YALE). Hope you're feeling better.

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