Today’s entry is brought to you by near-death experience numero trois!
I nearly killed myself on the drive home from work this afternoon. I had looked over at 85 N for about five seconds while driving 40mph in a tunnel-ish structure; and when I looked back, there was a car, stopped, with its left blinker on approximately five to seven car lengths in front of me. I looked in the rearview mirror and the right side-view mirror to see if there were any cars behind me (slamming on my brakes would’ve achieved nothing). There were no cars behind me in the right lane, so I braked enough to slow down to 25 mph, got into the right lane, passed the car, and then got back into the left lane.
Oddly, I didn’t experience any physiological changes. No heartbeat increase, no breathing increase. There was just an internal acknowledgment of “oh shite – check mirrors.” Had I not returned my gaze to the view in front of me when I did, I’m pretty sure I would’ve plowed right into that little, white car waiting to get into the left lane so it could turn onto Sidney Marcus. If I were to survive it, it’d be my fault for any damages to the other car and to the other driver.
I then went to Lenox to take a walk and really wanted a milkshake when I was done. I went to their newly opened Chick-Fil-A in the food court, but the line was too long. I decided to go to Borders and ordered a milkshsaky beverage. By the time it was made, however, I was in no mood to consume it. Yes, I waited a couple minutes longer than I would’ve wanted, given my craving, but it was the sheer amount of ice cream that was scooped which dried up my taste buds’ action. The serving of ice cream for that medium drink could’ve easily substituted a three-course meal. When it was finally ready, I took a lick/bite of the top and decided there was no way I was going to consume all, half, or even a third of it.
Moving to the title of this post, I’ve had close-calls before in terms of avoiding collisions, where there would just be car damage (fender, hood, doors). Today’s event, however, brought me some fifteen seconds away from driving 40mph into a non-moving car. Who can calculate the Force with which I would’ve hit that car? Anyone?
I took a few good self-portraits by the Noel tree when I got home.