Aug 09, 2010 19:44
...with my boyfriends car. I was pulling out of Tim Horton's, and it came out of no where. Just ran right out in front of us. My boyfriends says it was a raccoon, but when he screamed "Watch out for that animal!" I closed my eyes, slammed on the brakes, and screamed when I felt and heard the thump right underneath my feet. And then I cried.
Yes, I cried.
I've learned a very valuable lesson from this experience, though.
I could never kill somebody. I'd cry too hard.
That and my boyfriend needs brighter lights on his car.
Oh, and I should pull out of Timmy Ho's a little slower.
Oh, and watch where I'm going a little more carefully. Which would be easier if the lights were brighter.
Thus we're back to the first lesson.
It's a vicious cycle.
So yeah, I just needed to get that off my chest. I drove by the scene of the incident today (which there was no animal, raccoon or otherwise, suggesting that I didn't kill it, at least immediately) and my heart jumped down to hide in the deepest part of my stomach it could find. I'm wondering how long it will take for that feeling to go away, because it's awfully distracting.
Does that make me sound insensitive? Because I really am upset about hitting that poor raccoon. It never did anything to me. Except run out in front of the car I was driving. Poor thing.
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