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Eight lives and counting
Aug. 28th, 2004 01:31 amFirst of all, let me just say that the Toyota Echo has the best braking system of any car in the world. If you don't have Jesus riding in the passenger seat with you, the Echo's brakes are the next best thing.
I narrowly avoided a wreck tonight. And I'm talking with literally only inches to spare. I was driving down the highway to Lesley's in a torrential downpour. I was driving at a safe speed, but made the mistake of glancing down at something only to look up to see the traffic stopped on the highway in front of me! Turns out there was already a wreck up ahead. I braked, trying not to hit the car in front of me, but I knew I wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, someone in the adjacent lane had stopped with space to spare, leaving me just barely enough room to squeeze my tiny li'l car through and avoid catastrophe. It was my own fault for not paying attention. I did NOT deserve to not get in that wreck. What angers me is it's the second time I've glanced away on that highway only to have something like this happen. I should know better. I deserve to be kicked. If any of you wish to tell me what a damn fool I am, feel free. I have it coming and don't deserve all the narrow escapes I've had. I deserve to learn the hard way, but somehow it keeps not happening.
With my supply good luck for the next thirty days all used up, I arrive at work from Lesley's to make up my shift I traded over the weekend while I was out of town. Normally I love making up shifts on Friday because no one comes in Saturday and it's a picnic. Not tonight. My partner called in sick at the last minute so one of the second shift people is staying over and later tonight I'll have to work with my boss, which is something I strive to avoid at all times. No picnic for me. Not this time. On the other hand, Adolph's obsessive micromanagement may be preferable to the lady who's currently here who, when she saw me walk in the door carrying a McDonald's sack, immediately began lecturing me about what not to eat and acid reflux disease. Anyone who knows me knows I've forgotten more about acid reflux than many people ever learn, so having a complete stranger who knows nothing of my habits or my own medical history begin lecturing me on it was a little irksome to say the least.
But what am I complaining about? It's only by the grace of God that my medical history did not become much, much worse tonight. And for that I am truly, truly, deeply thankful. Amen.
I narrowly avoided a wreck tonight. And I'm talking with literally only inches to spare. I was driving down the highway to Lesley's in a torrential downpour. I was driving at a safe speed, but made the mistake of glancing down at something only to look up to see the traffic stopped on the highway in front of me! Turns out there was already a wreck up ahead. I braked, trying not to hit the car in front of me, but I knew I wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, someone in the adjacent lane had stopped with space to spare, leaving me just barely enough room to squeeze my tiny li'l car through and avoid catastrophe. It was my own fault for not paying attention. I did NOT deserve to not get in that wreck. What angers me is it's the second time I've glanced away on that highway only to have something like this happen. I should know better. I deserve to be kicked. If any of you wish to tell me what a damn fool I am, feel free. I have it coming and don't deserve all the narrow escapes I've had. I deserve to learn the hard way, but somehow it keeps not happening.
With my supply good luck for the next thirty days all used up, I arrive at work from Lesley's to make up my shift I traded over the weekend while I was out of town. Normally I love making up shifts on Friday because no one comes in Saturday and it's a picnic. Not tonight. My partner called in sick at the last minute so one of the second shift people is staying over and later tonight I'll have to work with my boss, which is something I strive to avoid at all times. No picnic for me. Not this time. On the other hand, Adolph's obsessive micromanagement may be preferable to the lady who's currently here who, when she saw me walk in the door carrying a McDonald's sack, immediately began lecturing me about what not to eat and acid reflux disease. Anyone who knows me knows I've forgotten more about acid reflux than many people ever learn, so having a complete stranger who knows nothing of my habits or my own medical history begin lecturing me on it was a little irksome to say the least.
But what am I complaining about? It's only by the grace of God that my medical history did not become much, much worse tonight. And for that I am truly, truly, deeply thankful. Amen.
