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quidditchgrrl) wrote2005-02-20 09:58 pm
quidditchgrrl) wrote2005-02-20 09:58 pm
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Karma Was With Me Today
This weekend has been full of cosmic things and strange karma.
I've been accosted twice by people wanting money. I'm typically the person who gives homeless people money; I don't believe that bullshit about "they want to be homeless and they all spend their money on drugs/drink." I didn't have any money for the one (I'd already given away all my change to the other fellas) and the older lady that approached me (and I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
generalmanda too) didn't want to follow me to the gas station, so I had to tell her no, too.
Those are both firsts, I'm happy to say. And I lived near campus for 6 years.
My size 12 jeans are the ones that are too big. Hm. They must have had a 7-year-old sewing the tags in that day.
Picked upvelvet__moon and drove to Springfield to the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_ohio meetup this morning. Mmm, french toast and shipping debates. :) Though I always feel tres lame because I'm so not crafty or creative. I pretty much sit there like a lump. I have no good quotes, alas.
Thank goodness Cheryl told me to be careful on the way home, because I came thisclose to being in a serious accident (just north of downtown on 71, no less). And thank goodness I actually know how to drive, or I'da been toast. I think the only injury was that my car got pelted by all the shrapnel flying around.
I'm merging onto 71 North from 670 East, it's raining and kinda shitty out. There's a red Volvo in front of me, and I'm moving in on her bumper to get up to merge speed. She taps her brakes, then wham! this HUGE SUV (Chevy Trailblazer) careens from the left lane and SLAMS into her front passenger side.
My brain slowed everything to a crawl and said, "turn off the radio."
Thank god for Swedish safety technology - she kept control of the car. The SUV continues on, hitting the right median, then ricocheting back across the freeway and hitting the left median and swinging back into the center lanes.
I was in the middle of this; if the SUV would have hit me on the second ricochet, he would have hit me directly in the driver's side door. My brain told me, "the most important thing is not hitting the Volvo; concentrate on the Volvo." Crazy maneuvering ensued - the crazy kind where you truly learn the meaning of "maneuver." The "pock-pock-SLAM-SCREECH-pock-pock-BAM" told me I had nowhere to go, so I was just trying not to hit or get hit. It's hard to explain.
The Volvo rolled past me in the berm and I pulled over behind her. My heart was thundering so hard, but all I could think was, "Fuck yeah!" like some adrenaline junkie/Jackass addict.
I couldn't remember the non-emergency number for CPD, and I sat there for 10 seconds with 645- on the phone (it's 645-4545, way to go, cheesehead). A guy who'd seen it all happen grabbed me out of the car and said, "oh, I was SO scared for you!" and we ran to the other cars to check on them.
They were all okay. The SUV guy had been merging onto the highway from the left merge point, and lost control when he hydroplaned (he probably hit his brakes and then over-corrected instead of just taking his foot off the accelerator pedal). He had his severely handicapped son in the car with him, too. Egad. I left my name and number with them, just in case.
It was also karma that I stopped for gas and a breather in Hilliard, else I might have been too tired to have good reaction time. I was seriously sleepy from Dayton to Hilliard.
I can't say it enough - learn how to drive your damn car. Take a defensive driving course, take your car to the Kroger parking lot, take it to the country - wherever - and learn what it can and can't do. ESPECIALLY if you drive an SUV; if you can't park it, don't drive it. Dammit.
I've been accosted twice by people wanting money. I'm typically the person who gives homeless people money; I don't believe that bullshit about "they want to be homeless and they all spend their money on drugs/drink." I didn't have any money for the one (I'd already given away all my change to the other fellas) and the older lady that approached me (and I think
generalmanda too) didn't want to follow me to the gas station, so I had to tell her no, too.Those are both firsts, I'm happy to say. And I lived near campus for 6 years.
My size 12 jeans are the ones that are too big. Hm. They must have had a 7-year-old sewing the tags in that day.
Picked up
velvet__moon and drove to Springfield to the hp_ohio meetup this morning. Mmm, french toast and shipping debates. :) Though I always feel tres lame because I'm so not crafty or creative. I pretty much sit there like a lump. I have no good quotes, alas.Thank goodness Cheryl told me to be careful on the way home, because I came thisclose to being in a serious accident (just north of downtown on 71, no less). And thank goodness I actually know how to drive, or I'da been toast. I think the only injury was that my car got pelted by all the shrapnel flying around.
I'm merging onto 71 North from 670 East, it's raining and kinda shitty out. There's a red Volvo in front of me, and I'm moving in on her bumper to get up to merge speed. She taps her brakes, then wham! this HUGE SUV (Chevy Trailblazer) careens from the left lane and SLAMS into her front passenger side.
My brain slowed everything to a crawl and said, "turn off the radio."
Thank god for Swedish safety technology - she kept control of the car. The SUV continues on, hitting the right median, then ricocheting back across the freeway and hitting the left median and swinging back into the center lanes.
I was in the middle of this; if the SUV would have hit me on the second ricochet, he would have hit me directly in the driver's side door. My brain told me, "the most important thing is not hitting the Volvo; concentrate on the Volvo." Crazy maneuvering ensued - the crazy kind where you truly learn the meaning of "maneuver." The "pock-pock-SLAM-SCREECH-pock-pock-BAM" told me I had nowhere to go, so I was just trying not to hit or get hit. It's hard to explain.
The Volvo rolled past me in the berm and I pulled over behind her. My heart was thundering so hard, but all I could think was, "Fuck yeah!" like some adrenaline junkie/Jackass addict.
I couldn't remember the non-emergency number for CPD, and I sat there for 10 seconds with 645- on the phone (it's 645-4545, way to go, cheesehead). A guy who'd seen it all happen grabbed me out of the car and said, "oh, I was SO scared for you!" and we ran to the other cars to check on them.
They were all okay. The SUV guy had been merging onto the highway from the left merge point, and lost control when he hydroplaned (he probably hit his brakes and then over-corrected instead of just taking his foot off the accelerator pedal). He had his severely handicapped son in the car with him, too. Egad. I left my name and number with them, just in case.
It was also karma that I stopped for gas and a breather in Hilliard, else I might have been too tired to have good reaction time. I was seriously sleepy from Dayton to Hilliard.
I can't say it enough - learn how to drive your damn car. Take a defensive driving course, take your car to the Kroger parking lot, take it to the country - wherever - and learn what it can and can't do. ESPECIALLY if you drive an SUV; if you can't park it, don't drive it. Dammit.
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Egad! My blood ran cold just *reading* that.
Seriously -- someone was watching over you in the sense that "she helps those who help themselves". Good thing you know how to drive. I'm so glad you're okay!
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Thank God you weren't hurt. . . I'm sure that WAS karma paying you back for some good deeds in the past.
(((hugs)))
Kele