DoorDasher tried to back over my friends bridge last night.
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Sarah's frantic call ripped through the quiet evening, shattering the peace like a dropped plate. "There's a car stuck on the damn bridge!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You won't believe this!"
Knowing Sarah's penchant for dramatic pronouncements, I braced myself for a tale of a rogue squirrel or a particularly audacious raccoon. But this time, the reality was far stranger.
"It's a DoorDasher," she continued, breathless with laughter. "He was trying to back over my bridge!"
My bridge? It wasn't exactly the Golden Gate, but it was a sturdy wooden structure spanning the babbling brook that meandered through Sarah's backyard. It was a beloved feature, a shortcut between her house and the fire pit, adorned with fairy lights and a whimsical collection of wind chimes.
Skeptical, but intrigued, I hopped on my bike and pedaled over to Sarah's place. The scene that greeted me was indeed bizarre. A sleek, silver sedan was precariously perched at the end of the bridge, its rear bumper hovering precariously over the water. Fairy lights, ripped from their perch, dangled limply from the car's trunk.
Beside the car stood a young man in a red DoorDash uniform, his face pale and his expression a mixture of sheepishness and dawning horror. A half-empty bag of Thai takeout sat abandoned on the bridge's weathered planks.
The story, as it turned out, was even more absurd than Sarah's initial description. The DoorDasher, apparently lost and relying solely on his GPS, had taken a wrong turn and ended up on the narrow path leading to Sarah's backyard. Now, convinced the bridge was a makeshift driveway, he'd attempted to reverse onto it.
Thankfully, the bridge held (unlike the fairy lights). Sarah, alerted by the screech of tires and the unmistakable groan of wood under duress, had rushed outside to witness the unfolding disaster. Thankfully, she had the good sense to film the entire scene on her phone, a video that now played on a loop on her laptop, a silent testament to the audacity of the driver.
The DoorDasher, stammering apologies, was more concerned with the fate of his car than the bridge's structural integrity. We assured him that while the bridge might be a bit the worse for wear, it wasn't about to collapse. A quick call to a tow truck company (courtesy of a helpful neighbor) and the car was gingerly pulled off the bridge, leaving behind a trail of flattened grass and a few scattered French fries.
As the tow truck lumbered away, Sarah and I burst into laughter. The absurdity of the situation – a delivery driver attempting to back his car over a decorative bridge – was simply too much to bear. We spent the next hour picking up fairy lights, debating the wisdom of GPS navigation, and wondering what kind of review Sarah would leave for the hapless DoorDasher.
The incident became a local legend. News spread like wildfire through the neighborhood, morphing into a cautionary tale about the dangers of overreliance on technology and the perils of multitasking while driving. The bridge, miraculously unharmed, became a minor tourist attraction, with curious neighbors dropping by to take pictures and shake their heads in disbelief.
Even the DoorDasher, mortified though he was, played a role in the local lore. Sarah, in a surprising act of generosity, refrained from giving him a scathing review. Instead, she wrote a detailed account of the night's events, highlighting the importance of situational awareness and responsible driving. The local news picked up the story, using it as a lighthearted PSA.
The entire episode, a testament to the unexpected twists of life, ended on a surprisingly positive note. Sarah's bridge, a symbol of serenity, had become a source of amusement and a reminder to take things in stride, even when a rogue DoorDasher tries to back over it. As for Sarah, well, she was already planning to add a "Bridge not suitable for car traffic" sign to her backyard, just in case.
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