Mister A became the president of our homeowners association a few years back. And one of his projects involved putting up the village’s welcome arc closer to the main road. The arc required an extra column in the middle to support its structure. And that column would stand right in the middle of the village’s entrance road.
That wouldn’t have been a problem if the road obstruction the column created wasn’t positioned right after one enters the village main road. So if your car would be coming in from the right side, facing the village, you would need to be careful in maneuvering your right turn so that you won’t hit the concrete column supporting the arc.
The project met some opposition from some homeowners. They stated the obvious danger it posed to motorists. But Mr. A managed to ignore them reasoning that nobody would be dumb enough to drive right thru that concrete column.
And so the project pushed through. It was gonna be one of Mister A’s projects during his administration.
A few weeks later, Mister A’s daughter, driving in a hurry to get home, smashed her car right into that column.
Life is an ironic bitch.
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