Sometimes, when you want to live, you don't pull out in front of a speeding car. The other day a Yukon crossed my path as I was traveling at 40 mph. I had to break hard to avoid hitting him. I was shaking for a good ten minutes. As he went by he looked at me, but his eyes were dead. There was no, "Whoops! Sorry, that was a bad call!" Or, "You're right I totally misjudged that!" Please take your suicidal tendencies out in
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Kristen
Interesting it was a Yukon. On the West coast, it's generally soccer moms in Range Rovers. The difference, is that you generally don't get eye contact, because they are too busy texting or coo-ing one of their babies on board. In Brentwood, I've literally almost been mowed down in a crosswalk walking my dog by women in RRs texting. They have no idea they almost just killed or maimed someone. I'm going to start wearing a helmet.
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Katie
The Range Rover ladies generally have perfectly coiffed, yippy purse dogs hanging out their windows as well. It's as if they're on a hidden camera show titled, "How many distractions can this driver handle?" I can hear the announcer saying, "By golly Jim, we're almost at 7 distractions!!! That's a show record, and she hasn't even started to slow down!"
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Noods
I see that. This guy wasn't feeling like "no one would ever dare hit me my car is too big and I am too important". He was ambivalent about life so he took a chance. He almost looked disappointed that he made it across.
ReplyDeleteTiny - Didn't Scott say it best when he said you should wear a helmet to get out of bed?? :-)
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Nancy
Nancy, I had forgotten about Tiny! And wear a helmet is one of my faves. Good stuff. Tiny, can you get a helmet for Dolly?
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Pantis
That was me in the Yukon and I'm really offended that you sed my eyes looked "dead.". I'm totally not dead.
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