Last week we discussed a coworker of mine who has his window smashed in and wallet stolen. He didn’t have the best week — any week that includes a trip to the DMV is never a good week.

Keeping with that theme, I was walking to brunch with Lady Von Kaiser on Sunday morning when we noticed a Volvo half on the sidewalk, sans bumper. The black SUV in front of it had a significant dent, as well.

On first inspection, it looked like the owner of the Volvo had a little too much to drink, but said F- it when he/she finally crashed to a halt.

After enjoying an omelette full of bacon, sausage and ham, we walked along the other side of the street on the way back. We noticed a police officer this time.

Just I was about to bust out my finest detective skills and solve the case, I realized I’m an awful detective.

Here’s what we missed the first time around:

As we were walking away, we saw officials banging on a door opened by a woman at least 145 years old.

I hope Granny enjoyed her last joy ride. I also hope anyone with those smashed up cars can take the subway to work this morning.

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