white death>black death
on saturday, i went up to the Art House to get an interview for a job. i basically walked in, the manager's step dad recognized me, and told her. she then gave me a white piggy bank and told me to paint it with paint pens. i did, and they liked what it, so they said they would probably call me back by wednesday.
i then left to go to kroger to cash my ever so pitiful paycheck from micheals, when i suddenly realized that it was in my purse, which i had left at the Art House. now, keep in mind: anyone who drove on saturday know just how slippery it was, the roads were practically made of ice. i was on my way back up to there and was crossing the bridge over 96, when i suddenly see this white car speeding over the top of the hill. my first thought was "he's stupid, doesn't he know how slippery it is today?" but quickly changed to "OH SHIT! I GUESS NOT!!" as i could see both sides of his car completely as he swerved from side to side, then into my lane.
I attempted to brake, realized it was slippery, and had to pump the brakes to keep them from locking, semi-unsuccessfully. in the meantime, i had to drive my car as close to the concrete guard rail as possible to hopefully avoid hitting him. there wasn't even a foot between my car and the guard rail and my car and his when he zipped past me at at least 45-50 mph. the car behind me was thankfully paying attention and had stopped way back, but the white car nearly plowed into him as well.
there was dead silence after all the cars had stopped, and the only thing i could hear was the sound of my own heart beating 5 millions miles a second, and the constant hum that my car makes, wondering how the hell it was able to after that. I even wondered if i actually got hit or not, and how i would be able to pick up josh from work if i did, and how to get to work or school. i sat there for a minute or two in shock, then got up the common sense to move my car off the road and onto the shoulder, turned on my hazards, and sat there untill my heartrate and breathing went back to normal.
after that, the words "black death my ass, white death is worse! that was fucking final destination!!" popped into my head. needless to say, i barely drove again that day...
i then left to go to kroger to cash my ever so pitiful paycheck from micheals, when i suddenly realized that it was in my purse, which i had left at the Art House. now, keep in mind: anyone who drove on saturday know just how slippery it was, the roads were practically made of ice. i was on my way back up to there and was crossing the bridge over 96, when i suddenly see this white car speeding over the top of the hill. my first thought was "he's stupid, doesn't he know how slippery it is today?" but quickly changed to "OH SHIT! I GUESS NOT!!" as i could see both sides of his car completely as he swerved from side to side, then into my lane.
I attempted to brake, realized it was slippery, and had to pump the brakes to keep them from locking, semi-unsuccessfully. in the meantime, i had to drive my car as close to the concrete guard rail as possible to hopefully avoid hitting him. there wasn't even a foot between my car and the guard rail and my car and his when he zipped past me at at least 45-50 mph. the car behind me was thankfully paying attention and had stopped way back, but the white car nearly plowed into him as well.
there was dead silence after all the cars had stopped, and the only thing i could hear was the sound of my own heart beating 5 millions miles a second, and the constant hum that my car makes, wondering how the hell it was able to after that. I even wondered if i actually got hit or not, and how i would be able to pick up josh from work if i did, and how to get to work or school. i sat there for a minute or two in shock, then got up the common sense to move my car off the road and onto the shoulder, turned on my hazards, and sat there untill my heartrate and breathing went back to normal.
after that, the words "black death my ass, white death is worse! that was fucking final destination!!" popped into my head. needless to say, i barely drove again that day...