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so, every day on my drive to work, for the past couple of months, i pass a bright yellow dodge neon. [don't worry; no angry bmw stories]. every. single. day. sometimes just as i'm leaving town; sometimes as i'm much closer to work. it's intriguing to me for some reason. i usually think something along the lines of, "well, this seems silly. i live in this town and drive to another; she lives in that other town and drives to my own..." and... well, that's about it. i mean, what, really? i flag her down? say hi? nice to see you whiz by at fifty miles an hour EVERY DAY? hey, maybe she has a nice apartment. we could trade. you never know. but i do feel like i might actually get worried if i don't see Ol' Yellow some morning. "is she sick? in an accident? maybe she's on vacation."

clearly, i don't do a lot of deep thinking in the car before and after work.


in other car related news, i was driving down richland today. near bank one this road consists of two lanes, with one ambiguous turn lane in the center which fades into a left turn lane directly outside the bank. guy decides to pull left out of the gas station located just before the bank. using the turn lane as a freaking suicide lane. IT'S NOT EVEN BUSY, COME ON NOW, PEOPLE. so. i'm needing to turn left into the bank. moron is... needing to get into the left turn lane? needing to get into traffic? needing a driving lesson? if i speed up to get in front of him and turn left, i cut him off. so i slow down. he's oblivious. i wave him over. he does nothing. WHAT DO YOU NEED?? whatever, fine. i lurch forward, around him, turn into the bank, leaving him in the dust. or so i thought. i make our lockbox deposit, return to my car, start the engine. suddenly, a man appears at my window, eager to talk. in confusion, i roll down my window.

"hey, i didn't mean to cut you off or nothin'. i was just trying to get over... i'm real sorry 'bout that."

it turns out Mr. Suicide Lane pulled to the side of the road, jogged over to the bank, and found me. just to apologize. i tell him it's okay, i just didn't know what he was doing, and tell him thanks. i mean, in what universe do people hop out of their cars and sincerely apologize for their poor driving decisions?

my faith in humanity is restored ever so slightly.

Posted on Wednesday, September 14, 2005 at 09:45PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments6 Comments

Reader Comments (6)


Though if I saw him running up to my car, I would probably have sped away, worried he was about to bust a cap in my ass. Can you tell I'm a Chicago girl?

Also, at the time of the initial incident, I probably would have given him a certain one-fingered hand signal indicating my displeasure, and I'm guessing that would have killed his desire to make amends.
Sep 15, 2005 at 11:39AM | Unregistered Commentermeegs
ah... if only you knew my small town life.

surprisingly, i'm not big on hand signals. just lots of yelling and cursing [not so surprisingly].
Sep 15, 2005 at 11:50AM | Registered Commentermdog
oh my word. Our similar brains strike again. I totally was thinking about blogging about how I pass the same truck every morning on the way to work within a mile of the same place each time. He has a very distinctive truck so he's the only one I recognize. But I do wonder if he sees me (with the roofracks and all) and notices that we pass each other like clockwork. I also wonder if there are other less distinctive cars that I am also passing every day.
How goofy is this? The city people leave to go to work and the rural people come into the city for work. We should all save on gas money and work were we live.
Sep 15, 2005 at 11:03PM | Unregistered Commenterkt
wouldn't it be nice if instances like this occurred more often? *sigh* but, alas, i'm a chicago girl, too, and people here get pissed at you for existing in their space. or looking at them in a friendly manner ("why is she looking at me, and why are the ends of her mouth turned up like that? bitch.").

i think i'd like small-town life.
Sep 16, 2005 at 09:56AM | Unregistered Commenteramo
"...people here get pissed at you for existing in their space. or looking at them in a friendly manner ('why is she looking at me, and why are the ends of her mouth turned up like that? bitch.')."

Sep 17, 2005 at 01:25PM | Registered Commentermdog
"my faith in humanity is restored ever so slightly."

great quote!

Sep 23, 2005 at 06:50PM | Unregistered Commenterhappyhearn

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