A recent rainy morning, I felt my wheels skid out and pull me in an opposite direction. Naturally, I avoided the drivers-ed rule. I instead tried to correct the car's course and slammed on the breaks. All that kinetic energy only made things more out of control--I veered way right, way left, the car almost flipped. I somehow managed to end up going backward, fast, across 4 lanes of 70 mph traffic. Horrifying.
Thankfully, I landed in a ditch in the large median, with the nose of my car nested well into the ditch. KUNK. Blessed ditch, it stopped me. I was fine. I turned the car off and sat still. I watched huge trucks barrel past, shaking the car. Whew, what a miracle. Honestly! I still can't believe my luck, I'm so grateful.
The car was not so lucky. The front was pretty mangled. Police, Scott, firetruck... all came in 15 minutes.
I found myself at the car rental, walking around a massive minivan. My rig for the next 24 hours till the insurance-covered mid range was available. I was happy for the girth of that beauty, honestly, as I slowwwwwwwly headed into the office.
The next morning I returned to the (not at all conveniently located) rental to pick up my new car. It was late and it took forever, so I quickly signed whatever and jumped in my smaller buggy. I nearly gagged-- it smelled like about 20 urinal cakes. I literally coughed. Well, it looked clean. I figured out where the wipers were and took off; late, late, late.
10 minutes down the road it hit me: a putrid, sour odor. Rotten. I looked around the otherwise spotless inside. Holy crap. Someone barfed in this thing, they sprayed it down and passed it to me.
Dang. Windows down. Worse. Closed. Bad. Heat. Vile. I picked up a colleague for lunch who I hadn't seen for 2 years. "Someone peuked in here." He said flatly. I cleared my throat.
I had to drive approximately 2 hours in that thing, all the way home that night, and all the way back to the !@+@#*Y@ rental place the next a.m. A-gain. I was angry with the stench--on my way out of the house I grabbed my most fragrant candle, torched it up in the car and set it in the friggin cup-caddy. I kept wafting the perfume up at my nose. Fire and hot wax in a car? Probably illegal.
I wasnt so nice to Enterprise this time.
"Give her the Magnum", grumbled a guy sitting in the back without looking up.
I looked outside to see a huge, shiny, black car with tinted windows. It gleamed and sparked in the sun. Someone nervously suggested I go with a compact car if I was more comfortable--I cut him off. BRING ME TO THE MAGNUM.
And here I am. Possibly the only blond-haired woman who's ever driven this bitch. Its amazing, when I turn into parking lots, or on a crowded street, people make way. That's right. I havent turned the bass back yet. DUMMMM, DUMMMMM, DUMMM. I watched friends drive past our house slowly.
Thankfully, I landed in a ditch in the large median, with the nose of my car nested well into the ditch. KUNK. Blessed ditch, it stopped me. I was fine. I turned the car off and sat still. I watched huge trucks barrel past, shaking the car. Whew, what a miracle. Honestly! I still can't believe my luck, I'm so grateful.
The car was not so lucky. The front was pretty mangled. Police, Scott, firetruck... all came in 15 minutes.
I found myself at the car rental, walking around a massive minivan. My rig for the next 24 hours till the insurance-covered mid range was available. I was happy for the girth of that beauty, honestly, as I slowwwwwwwly headed into the office.
The next morning I returned to the (not at all conveniently located) rental to pick up my new car. It was late and it took forever, so I quickly signed whatever and jumped in my smaller buggy. I nearly gagged-- it smelled like about 20 urinal cakes. I literally coughed. Well, it looked clean. I figured out where the wipers were and took off; late, late, late.
10 minutes down the road it hit me: a putrid, sour odor. Rotten. I looked around the otherwise spotless inside. Holy crap. Someone barfed in this thing, they sprayed it down and passed it to me.
Dang. Windows down. Worse. Closed. Bad. Heat. Vile. I picked up a colleague for lunch who I hadn't seen for 2 years. "Someone peuked in here." He said flatly. I cleared my throat.
I had to drive approximately 2 hours in that thing, all the way home that night, and all the way back to the !@+@#*Y@ rental place the next a.m. A-gain. I was angry with the stench--on my way out of the house I grabbed my most fragrant candle, torched it up in the car and set it in the friggin cup-caddy. I kept wafting the perfume up at my nose. Fire and hot wax in a car? Probably illegal.
I wasnt so nice to Enterprise this time.
"Give her the Magnum", grumbled a guy sitting in the back without looking up.
I looked outside to see a huge, shiny, black car with tinted windows. It gleamed and sparked in the sun. Someone nervously suggested I go with a compact car if I was more comfortable--I cut him off. BRING ME TO THE MAGNUM.
And here I am. Possibly the only blond-haired woman who's ever driven this bitch. Its amazing, when I turn into parking lots, or on a crowded street, people make way. That's right. I havent turned the bass back yet. DUMMMM, DUMMMMM, DUMMM. I watched friends drive past our house slowly.
