October 19, 2006
Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This
I took this picture the Summer of '01 in NYC. They were just these weird metal bell-shaped things in the middle of the crosswalk.
A miracle occurred today, I got out of bed after only hitting the sleep button twice. Then it took me about 2 hours to get out of the house, but I did get some actual work done beforehand. However, this wasn't the day for celebration.
First, I drove up to the coffee shop before heading into work. Nearing the coffee shop I was paying more attention to the car I thought was leaving the full parking lot than my driving. I just recently got a new(ish) car and it is an automatic instead of the stick that I am used to driving. So, without thinking, I used my left foot to lightly brake as I slowed down to turn in. All of a sudden the car just totally jerked to a complete stop. When you drive a stick your clutch foot has no subtlety. I must have put it down all the way to the floor. If it wasn't for the seatbelt I probably would have hit my head on the windshield.
My breast was totally squashed by the seatbelt, my neck and back were all out of wack and I think I tried to give myself whiplash. To top it all off, the car wasn't leaving it was merely backing into the spot, instead. So I had to continue on, looking as if I had squealed to a stop in the middle of the street for nothing.
Next, I was showing wine at a wine shop and a police car pulls up right outside, lights flashing. Hot, young policeman jumps out of the car and into the gym next door. He was in such a hurry that the car was still running, not to mention parked backwards and blocking traffic. In the meantime two other cop cars pulled up and completely blocked the way for cars trying to drive by. Five minutes later he comes back out with a woman in cuffs and blood running down one side of her face. One of the other cops seatbelts her into the back of his car and he drives off. Hot Cop has blood all over his hands and the owner of the wineshop offered his sink up to the policeman. Turns out it is his own blood. Gruesome!
After that I drove up to the top of Queen Anne hill to see an account and couldn't find parking. I started to drive around the block and saw a spot open up on the other side of the street. It required me to turn into a driveway to turn around. Backing up, I scraped the corner of the driveway as it turns back into regular sidewalk. After I parked I looked at the car and there is a tear on the material that blocks liquid from spitting off your tires onto the car (that's as close of a description for that part of the car as I can come up with, sorry). So, it isn't earth-shattering, but now my car isn't perfect anymore. Wah, me.
Maybe I should have hit the sleep button a few more times.
Posted by kerewin at October 19, 2006 07:47 PMThe car part to which you refer are called mud flaps.
That's sad, it's so nice to have a new car and it so sucks when the first "ding" occurs.
Have some wine.
If you insist!
Posted by: kerewin at October 21, 2006 08:13 PM