I had one of those slow motion moments today where I half wished that I had a video camera. You know those times when you just can't prevent an action fast enough while you scream "noooooo" mentally? I was sitting in my car looking at a salad in a parking lot. I too, was wondering why there was a salad in a parking lot. I knew it was from Cafe Rio, I recognized the huge tinfoil salad plate and the accompanying side of dressing. I was mostly confused why someone chose not to finish the salad because it is notoriously yummy. I was even more confused as to why that person then placed it perfectly in the middle of a parking space with the dressing cup right next to it.
Perhaps the vegetarian hoodlum had a clue as to what would happen next. A nicely washed car pulled up and ran over the salad while I watched in horror. The ranch splashed everywhere and the girl was completely clueless as to what she hit. I was too frozen to mutter "You just ran over a salad" because I didn't want her to think I was somehow connected to the ranch dressing debacle. I wish I had rolled down the window and said "You just ran over a salad." because I'll never get to say that again. Excuse me now while I go form my new band "salad in a parking lot."