What did I do? Who did I piss off?
So, I'm already wrecked because of the tux issue and the $1600 bill, not to mention little things like whiplash and a wedding. I went out out to mail some thank you notes and fill a prescription, and stopped at a Circle K along the way to crash in my little $4 Powerball winner that came out of an idle whim during the last bug big jackpot. I pulled around to the last available parking space, and the truck in the one next to it began packing out. Into me.
Maybe I can blame the stress, or the last accident. But my brain, which usually acts defensively, just could not seem to make the mental gears mesh. It was less like panic than disbelief. Suddenly, I was in a dream sequence, where I either couldn't remember how to put the car in reverse or knew that I'd never do it in time, or both. I had one hand frantically looking for the shifter and the other on the horn, and the guy just kept coming. I don't know what was in his way when he looked over his shoulder before pulling out, but I know that, by the time I laid on the horn, he couldn't see me. Big, big truck on a slight slope with its ass up in the air. I simply was not in the rearview, and he couldn't seem to figure out that that horn might apply to him. I could see him coming, I knew he was about to go into half my car on the front passenger side, and I couldn't do a damn thing.
Either he finally got it or I got very lucky--he stopped about eight inches from my car. I managed to find the gear shift at this point and backed up, and let him pull out, and pulled into a space. I was physically shaking all over. This was an hour ago. I'm still shaking.
What have I done to my karma? I think I need to go looking for an answer. And oh, by the way, the vendor for the alcohol for the wedding can't find her ass with both hands and a road map. And my birth control, which is specialized due to my incidence of hefty side-effects with the generic stuff, is a tier 3 script under my new insurance (it was tier 2 under the old plan). $50 a month. I'd say "fuck me," except that children are even more expensive.
Maybe I can blame the stress, or the last accident. But my brain, which usually acts defensively, just could not seem to make the mental gears mesh. It was less like panic than disbelief. Suddenly, I was in a dream sequence, where I either couldn't remember how to put the car in reverse or knew that I'd never do it in time, or both. I had one hand frantically looking for the shifter and the other on the horn, and the guy just kept coming. I don't know what was in his way when he looked over his shoulder before pulling out, but I know that, by the time I laid on the horn, he couldn't see me. Big, big truck on a slight slope with its ass up in the air. I simply was not in the rearview, and he couldn't seem to figure out that that horn might apply to him. I could see him coming, I knew he was about to go into half my car on the front passenger side, and I couldn't do a damn thing.
Either he finally got it or I got very lucky--he stopped about eight inches from my car. I managed to find the gear shift at this point and backed up, and let him pull out, and pulled into a space. I was physically shaking all over. This was an hour ago. I'm still shaking.
What have I done to my karma? I think I need to go looking for an answer. And oh, by the way, the vendor for the alcohol for the wedding can't find her ass with both hands and a road map. And my birth control, which is specialized due to my incidence of hefty side-effects with the generic stuff, is a tier 3 script under my new insurance (it was tier 2 under the old plan). $50 a month. I'd say "fuck me," except that children are even more expensive.
posted by Journey | 3:13 PM
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