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Some days, it seriously is an absolute relief to make it back to my apartment. I got an early-out option at work at 1:10, which means its slow and I can leave early without being penalized, other than having less hours on the paycheck. I had to make my weekly stop at the Bank Of America. As I was standing in line, a very incredibly attractive person walked in. These are the only times in life where I don't mind waiting. Like I have anything else to do anyway.
I counted four of them. The amount of times I couldv'e easily gotten into an accident, but somehow didn't. All four happened within probbaly 5 mins of each other. It was the weirdest thing. What was even weirder was the fact that when I got home, I noticed two white lines on the back corner of my black car. I know I didn't get hit at any point today, so I sat there staring at my car, even closing my eyes, cycling through my brain in attempt to pick out a moment where i may have back into into something, someone. I considering myself a very good driver, so im guessing someone knicked me in a parking lot at some point, and I just noticed it today. Its not a huge eyesore, but if you play with something every day, you tend to be anal about it and notice the occasional defect.
Earlier, I was making the 17 mile northwest drive back to my apartment from work. About halfway back, I couldn't help but notice the guy next to me, screaming and slamming his steering wheel at 80 mph to what must've been a Michael Bolton song. He was weaving all over his lane, so I slowed up and changed 2 lanes to avoid any other random movements of his air drumming. Is a song that good?
It reminded me of a few years ago, when I had 3 people come into town from Buffalo and we were driving through downtown and came up next to a guy who had all his windows down, was driving with his knees, and screaming some song out his window, practically climbing out of the car like the purple-caped idol of mine from a few entries ago.
I counted four of them. The amount of times I couldv'e easily gotten into an accident, but somehow didn't. All four happened within probbaly 5 mins of each other. It was the weirdest thing. What was even weirder was the fact that when I got home, I noticed two white lines on the back corner of my black car. I know I didn't get hit at any point today, so I sat there staring at my car, even closing my eyes, cycling through my brain in attempt to pick out a moment where i may have back into into something, someone. I considering myself a very good driver, so im guessing someone knicked me in a parking lot at some point, and I just noticed it today. Its not a huge eyesore, but if you play with something every day, you tend to be anal about it and notice the occasional defect.
Earlier, I was making the 17 mile northwest drive back to my apartment from work. About halfway back, I couldn't help but notice the guy next to me, screaming and slamming his steering wheel at 80 mph to what must've been a Michael Bolton song. He was weaving all over his lane, so I slowed up and changed 2 lanes to avoid any other random movements of his air drumming. Is a song that good?
It reminded me of a few years ago, when I had 3 people come into town from Buffalo and we were driving through downtown and came up next to a guy who had all his windows down, was driving with his knees, and screaming some song out his window, practically climbing out of the car like the purple-caped idol of mine from a few entries ago.