Eyes 👀 On the Freaking Road
I spend a lot of my day in the car...
...one job to the next.
A whole bunch of miles, and a whole lot of watching other drivers.
They eat.
They get dressed.
Put on makeup.
Read the paper!
And play on the phone.
Two months ago, Kathy was making a left hand turn and was at a complete stop as she waited for traffic to clear.
The woman who smashed into her did so at about 45 mph.
She never touched the brake.
Aggravating!
So, yesterday afternoon I was waiting on a light at Main & Winspear in Downtown Buffalo.
I happened to look in the rear view mirror.
“Shit!”
I saw the grill of a big truck approaching fast.
“He ain’t stopping.”
I gripped the wheel hard.
💥 💥 Bam 💥 💥
We pulled off.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I looked away for a second.”
I just growled.
Pissed.
We exchanged info and I assessed the damage.
The guy apologized 3 more times.
Damn.
Pay attention!
...one job to the next.
A whole bunch of miles, and a whole lot of watching other drivers.
They eat.
They get dressed.
Put on makeup.
Read the paper!
And play on the phone.
Two months ago, Kathy was making a left hand turn and was at a complete stop as she waited for traffic to clear.
The woman who smashed into her did so at about 45 mph.
She never touched the brake.
Aggravating!
So, yesterday afternoon I was waiting on a light at Main & Winspear in Downtown Buffalo.
I happened to look in the rear view mirror.
“Shit!”
I saw the grill of a big truck approaching fast.
“He ain’t stopping.”
I gripped the wheel hard.
💥 💥 Bam 💥 💥
We pulled off.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I looked away for a second.”
I just growled.
Pissed.
We exchanged info and I assessed the damage.
The guy apologized 3 more times.
Damn.
Pay attention!
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