Groggy Groose?!
Well now. Damn drunk ducks. <{*_*}>
Yeah. I'm talking about fowl. Mom and I went to Denny's for a really late/early snack. Afterwards, we decided to drive for a bit, the fog was cool and we didn't want to head right home. Keep in mind this is 5 in the morning.
We're driving down a dark highway, one of the old 55 mph ones, the old way to get to Flint before they put in the regular freeway. We're just passing an old, abandoned theatre, that used to be a drive in when I was very young. It's foggy, there are few lights, and I'm switching between bright and regular lights because of it. Suddenly, I come around a curve, and I see something partly white in front of me. I just have time to realize that it's a goose, standing up tall, neck raised high, WALKING down in the middle of my lane, all like, 'ooh, I'm gonna walk towards the light', before I veer to the left, barely missing the damn thing, the wind rushing by. Mom grabs on to the handhold over in the passenger seat, and I, in disbelief, yell, "It's a goose! A fucking goose, walking in the middle of the road!" as I try to put the car to rights, braking and sliding back into my lane.
5am. Foggy. Dark highway. A walking goose. Er, there's something weird about that, ain't there? And, nope, there's no water around there, and besides, it's not nesting season. So what the hell was it doing sauntering down the road, walking straight towards us?! Argh!
I only have the weirdest stuff happen to me, I tell you. Think about it, if you hear of someone barely missing hitting a goose, hell, any bird, with a car, don't you assume that it was flying? Kinda the point of its wings, and all that. You don't usually think that the damn beast was waddling, at 5am in the fog down a freeway.
Yeah. I'm talking about fowl. Mom and I went to Denny's for a really late/early snack. Afterwards, we decided to drive for a bit, the fog was cool and we didn't want to head right home. Keep in mind this is 5 in the morning.
We're driving down a dark highway, one of the old 55 mph ones, the old way to get to Flint before they put in the regular freeway. We're just passing an old, abandoned theatre, that used to be a drive in when I was very young. It's foggy, there are few lights, and I'm switching between bright and regular lights because of it. Suddenly, I come around a curve, and I see something partly white in front of me. I just have time to realize that it's a goose, standing up tall, neck raised high, WALKING down in the middle of my lane, all like, 'ooh, I'm gonna walk towards the light', before I veer to the left, barely missing the damn thing, the wind rushing by. Mom grabs on to the handhold over in the passenger seat, and I, in disbelief, yell, "It's a goose! A fucking goose, walking in the middle of the road!" as I try to put the car to rights, braking and sliding back into my lane.
5am. Foggy. Dark highway. A walking goose. Er, there's something weird about that, ain't there? And, nope, there's no water around there, and besides, it's not nesting season. So what the hell was it doing sauntering down the road, walking straight towards us?! Argh!
I only have the weirdest stuff happen to me, I tell you. Think about it, if you hear of someone barely missing hitting a goose, hell, any bird, with a car, don't you assume that it was flying? Kinda the point of its wings, and all that. You don't usually think that the damn beast was waddling, at 5am in the fog down a freeway.