Quirk Life

School wasn’t canceled today so I had to actually go to school- that means I have to drive. Yes me. The person who’s been driving the tremendous amount of three or four months. So with the news of school being open this morning I took to the street, with my ample amount of driving time and my homicidal truck to guide me.

So I was going down Rock Road, a usually busy fast-paced street that people take at 45mph or faster (and since I just realized I have European people reading this, that’s like 72.42KPH) , going about 20 mph (32.19kph). As usual I have to drive over this bridge. So I attempt to slow down, since bridges are supposed to be slippery but me braking instead of a form of deceleration, just cause my truck to go off sliding. My car suddenly decides it wants to go take a dip in the freezing cold depths of the river below the bridge. I scream- slamming on the breaks, repeatedly. All the while chanting choice words, as my truck promenades itself like some beauty queen in a bikini just off for a dip in the river.

Than randomly, my homicidal beauty queen in a bikini truck decides, “Oh, no. You know what, I think I’m going to go off the other side of the bridge.”

So off we go swerving to the left edge, me continuing my chant of imprecate words as on coming traffic in that lane comes at me. Desperately I corrected my wheels and then back we were swerving to the other side. (Indecisive homicidal model in a bikini truck, I have, eh?) Than finally after much chanting and even greater amount of stomping on the brakes, my car stops and I slowly carefully allow my car to slide towards the other side of the bridge and I live.

:-D