While travelling to a doctor's appointment yesterday, I got the scare of my life.
I was on a four lane highway that is divided by a grassy median (2 lanes north, 2 lanes south and grassy median in the middle). I like to travel above the speed limit (ahem) so I pretty much always drive in the left lane... so I can pass slow pokes don't ya know.
It was early in the morning, so there was a bunch of traffic. I was actually going the speed limit!While in my lane, I was coming up on a pretty big intersection where there is a turning lane to go left. I didn't need to turn, but the TRUCK next to me did.
This was a burgundy Ford F150 with three men in it. They were hauling a huge trailer full of rusty barbed wire rolls - about 4 or 5 of them.
The driver didn't put on a blinker nor did he look to see if I was next to him. If I hadn't been glancing at his truck I never would have seen him coming. He just came into my lane...
I was laying on my horn, slamming on my brakes, and sliding into the grassy median. The work van behind me was fishtailing so he wouldn't plow into my butt.
The F150 Asshat never slowed down. He didn't put on his brakes. He didn't even acknowledge that he nearly swideswiped me! I was PISSED.
As I passed him, I slowed down a little, looked into his truck and said WTF??? (but not the initials) He nor his passengers looked my way. They were oblivious.
I was shaking soooo bad! I called Carl to tell him what happened and burst into tears. I can usually drive and talk at the same time, but I had to pull over for a second to calm myself down. I defintely had an angel on my shoulder... something made me look over in time to see him coming.
Now I wish I could find him and slash his effing tires. THAT would make me feel better. :)
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