it's been one of those days

Oh man, I wrote an About Me for Facebook that was long enough to pass for a blog, so I cut it to post. Of course, once I opened the page and pressed Apple+V, I get a link back to the Edit Profile page. The most ironic, if that's the word I want, part is that I had already filled in the title for this entry. I'll give it a shot though; I remember most of it.

I was nearly in an accident this evening. I was driving down Lincoln from work, mere blocks (two), from my house when a GIANT BLACK SUV OF DEATH WITHOUT ITS LIGHTS ON pulled out to my right. He did stop as an afterthought halfway into the lane, however; which was very nice of him. It's not like I was coasting along, stealth-like, either. I could see why he had gone with the "no lights" motto if it had been light (literally and figuratively). Or day. Or the daytime of the night. But it was none of those. It was dark. I had my lights on. The whole ROW of cars behind me had their lights on. Because it was night. A time for lights.
It did remind me of the other time that happened to me. This was during the day, which was handy for anticipating and side-stepping the Hand of Death. I was driving home from the Park & Ride, minding my own business, when someone else decided to pull the What Stop Sign? trick on me. I had slowed down because anyone could see that she was not about to stop, or even slow down, for anything as meaningless as a stop sign. However, she was gracious enough to leave me half of the intersection to drive through; and to give me the Impatient Wave so I knew that it was clear to pass.
It's like when, after failing to take me out at the knees due to my lightning-quick reflexes, the woman quickly pulling out of the McDonald's drive-thru hollered "Watch where you're going!" How foolish of me to think that, in the little pedestrian crosswalk that I am halfway through, with cars going by stage left, I could walk without care.

I'm trying, of course, to say that I'm tired of studying Poetry.