I was almost creamed by one this morning.
Brian brought home a check last night. A nice sized check, the first we’ve gotten in a couple of months (ah, the joys of self-employment). A trip to the bank today was a must.
Since it’s the Friday before a three day weekend, getting to the bank early to avoid long lines would be the best bet. So, this morning at about nine, I left the house, deposit slips in hand. Bluetooth on my ear, phone in my pocket. About half way to the bank I realized I’d forgotten my identification. Hopefully, I’d be a law abiding citizen and not catch the attention of law enforcement and the bank wouldn’t need any since I was just depositing funds, not making any withdrawals.
Almost there, I see there’s an accident ahead. Police cars, flashing lights, in the other lane, won’t affect my travels. Pull into the drive-through, no one in my lane, make the deposit, get the slip back and I’m on my way home.
Except, now the accident is making a difference in my progress. This isn’t the best intersection under ideal circumstances and although I’m the second car in line, it took three light cycles to get through. The first one, the truck in front of me went. It took such a long time for him to get through (the freeway on ramp is that way and there’s lots of people wanting to get on to the road; and they don’t want to miss their turn, heavens, three or four minutes is just such a freaking waste of time to be sitting at a light, just go, don’t wait, no matter there’s no room, just block the intersection - no one will mind) that I couldn’t turn. The lights skipped me on the next go round (cycle two), then on the third, when I’m first in line, and the cars across the intersection aren’t turning right or going straight, I’m good to make my left turn. And I started. And this big truck, I don’t know what the hell he was thinking, he had a full on red light, there are cops all around, decides he doesn’t want to make a full stop, he wants to go, steps on his gas. Straight at the driver’s side of my car. And I was the driver!
I slammed on my brakes, he had a “duh” moment and stepped on his and stopped before he made contact. I’m waving my right hand in the air, pointing at my green light, and just letting him know I wasn’t pleased with his actions.
Thank God he didn’t hit me and I didn’t have to deal with ambulances, hospitals and….no identification.