I was at Ocean Beach today next to the City Zoo for the first time. I had just arrived and started walking and met a woman and sat and talked with her for a little while. She was kinda cute and smart and made me laugh. We found out we were both from the Northwest and I said, "I love San Francisco, what a crazy place--never a dull moment." Just then we hear screams and A WHITE PICK-UP TRUCK FLIES OVERHEAD AND LANDS ON THE BEACH JUST BEFORE THE SHORELINE!!! The truck hits the beach nose-on and rolls into the water. I immediately think of that TV show "Jack-ass!" This shirtless guy emerges, blood running down his face. He broke his nose when he hit. He looks pissed off. We tend to the guy until medics and cops arrive. He flew about 150 feet before he hit! He was fairly coherent, didn't appear drunk, but he might have been. Most likely it was a suicide attempt. A guy who arrived afterward said he was eating in a restaurant down the street when he saw the truck whizz past doing about 90 mph. This surfer guy named Eric was sitting about 20 feet behind where the truck landed. It was funny, but there were lots of people on the beach, including small children, and it would not have been funny if the truck had hit anyone. Oh, and I figured this bizarre event was some kind of sign and asked that girl I met, Hillary was her name, if she would marry me. She refused. I asked her out and she smiled and said it was unfair to use this happening to ask her out. I figured hey, when you just meet someone and an air-borne truck flies over your head, that's a sure sign of impending romance. I guess she didn't see it that way. She was more interested in the surfer guy, but the surfer guy made it clear he wasn't interested in her. He seemed kinda interested in ME, but I was focusing on Hillary. It was like this weird anti-love triangle. But the truck thing, that was better than the zoo next door. Now I wish we would have traded phone #'s so we could have a Flying Truck" reunion ten years down the road...