I almost got creamed a few minutes ago by a guy in a white truck running a red light. (According to one of my friendsfriends I am more at fault than someone who runs red lights, because he hates women who put on makeup in cars. (Note that I was not, nor have I ever, put on makeup while driving a car.) But that's neither here nor there.) Because the timing was just right, or because when he leaned on the horn he ALSO hit the brakes, or whatever, he didn't actually hit me. It was very close and then he was gone, zooming off to make a left onto Central.
Bad luck to encounter him at all, or good luck to be spared a new car purchase and probable injury?
Sorta like the time I inhaled a bee but didn't get stung.
I'm still a little shaky.
Bad luck to encounter him at all, or good luck to be spared a new car purchase and probable injury?
Sorta like the time I inhaled a bee but didn't get stung.
I'm still a little shaky.
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Random incidents like this are so tough, 'cause you know there's little you can do to protect yourself from such nuts. *sigh*
'Cept for never going out in a car and staying home curled up with your kitties all day! Would still be fun, but not really a practical or balanced life, I guess.
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I haven't been getting enough time with
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I've been making more of a point of extra little morning scritches and hanging out with her lately -- which is a bit dangerous, since it can make me *really* want to be even later for work....
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