Mark was cursing the driver in front of because she was creeping along. He was running for a golf game with his friend Barney. was on a two-lane road that led to golf course. The road was straight uphill. It for six blocks through a busy residential neighborhood. was a four-way stop sign at the end each block.
Every time the woman ahead arrived a stop sign, she looked left and right. she looked left and right again. Then she slowly forward.
Mark was pulling his hair out. be in a hurry in LA, he muttered himself. Mark didn't pass her because there was much oncoming traffic. At the very last stop , she turned right.
At last, no one was front of him. Mark put the pedal to metal to make up for lost time. However, soon as he rounded the first curve, he to immediately brake for a cement truck crawling the hill at about 5 mph. Mark couldn't it. His tee time was 11:45 and it 11:39. Mark ignored the solid yellow line and the truck. It was 11:40 when he got the parking lot. He walked quickly to the to tell Mel, the assistant pro, that he arrived.
Mel said, “We’re running about 10 minutes , so you’re okay. But Barney just called. He there was a fatal accident on the freeway. highway patrol closed his side of the freeway. said to go on without him; he’s going home.”