Today on the way to work, this jerk pulled out from a side street and was 3/4 of the way in the road trying to cross when I was only about 15 feet from him. He must have been completely oblivious to me until it was too late. He had completely pulled out without looking. I blared my horn, slammed my brakes but felt them start to skid, and thank you Jesus no one was on the other side of the road, because I would have either t-boned that SUV or hit oncoming traffic or run off the bridge.
It scared me to death. I was shaking all the way into work. I wanted to be angry at the person but I’m sure they were just as scared of almost having an accident. I kept thinking back in my mind as I walked into the office how awful it would be if I hadn’t made it into work today, if I had gotten into an accident (especially this time of year) and had to deal with all that junk that goes along with a wrecked car. I haven’t finished paying for that car yet – plus I really, really like it and don’t want it messed up.