Sorry, Reds, it's a repost
I made it to class okay. Though I was hit with the first inkling that something was going to be very very wrong when I saw a guy pretending to direct traffic. He had on a bright orange shirt.
On the way home from class, about noon thirty, traffic. was. hell. I couldn't get to the intersection where I needed to turn north because of some bike race or something. So I sat in the street (in my car) for a while, then decided to do what others were doing and pull through a parking lot to turn around and find an alternate route.
Scary parking lot. Steep incline at the entrance. Steep incline at the exit. There was a car in front of me trying to turn left, which just was. not. happening. today. So the car starts backing up! BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IT'S CLEAR BEHIND IT. I have nowhere to go at all, so I lay on my horn. Takes the car a moment to realize that it's being honked at. But it doesn't realize it till after it hits my front bumper.
My first thought was, "How fucking stupid is that driver?" Put the car in park, set the emergency brake, and got out. Checked out my bumper--I didn't give a shit about the other one--and there's no damage. The driver gets out of her car and says, "I am so sorry." I told her it was fine, there was no damage, and she says, "Are you sure?" Yeah, I said. "Just watch where you're going next time."
We go our separate ways. I was thinking then, "You know, I might should just go back to school and wait there for my 3.30 appointment with my prof." Did I? Nope. I went home.
Did some work. Napped. Woke up at 3 to get to my appointment. 30 minutes should have been plenty of time with about 10 minutes to spare.
I sat in traffic for 30 minutes. This includes standstills, waiting at lights that didn't count because there was a cop there redirecting traffic, circling around trying to find a semi-empty street. I finally got to drive at more than a crawl, and I rushed to my appointment, 20 minutes late.
Fucking traffic. Tomorrow, I'm not leaving my apartment at all. I'll work from here, tyvm.
On the way home from class, about noon thirty, traffic. was. hell. I couldn't get to the intersection where I needed to turn north because of some bike race or something. So I sat in the street (in my car) for a while, then decided to do what others were doing and pull through a parking lot to turn around and find an alternate route.
Scary parking lot. Steep incline at the entrance. Steep incline at the exit. There was a car in front of me trying to turn left, which just was. not. happening. today. So the car starts backing up! BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IT'S CLEAR BEHIND IT. I have nowhere to go at all, so I lay on my horn. Takes the car a moment to realize that it's being honked at. But it doesn't realize it till after it hits my front bumper.
My first thought was, "How fucking stupid is that driver?" Put the car in park, set the emergency brake, and got out. Checked out my bumper--I didn't give a shit about the other one--and there's no damage. The driver gets out of her car and says, "I am so sorry." I told her it was fine, there was no damage, and she says, "Are you sure?" Yeah, I said. "Just watch where you're going next time."
We go our separate ways. I was thinking then, "You know, I might should just go back to school and wait there for my 3.30 appointment with my prof." Did I? Nope. I went home.
Did some work. Napped. Woke up at 3 to get to my appointment. 30 minutes should have been plenty of time with about 10 minutes to spare.
I sat in traffic for 30 minutes. This includes standstills, waiting at lights that didn't count because there was a cop there redirecting traffic, circling around trying to find a semi-empty street. I finally got to drive at more than a crawl, and I rushed to my appointment, 20 minutes late.
Fucking traffic. Tomorrow, I'm not leaving my apartment at all. I'll work from here, tyvm.