Oops. Tonight, on the Interstate, I kind of cut off a semi. The SUV in front of the semi had just cut me off, and then I realized my lane was exiting, so moved over to the left. I really thought I had plenty of room, but suddenly, that semi was barreling toward me, flashing his lights. I dang near ran myself off the road.
Sooo-oo-ry.
But he shouldn't have been driving that fast anyway. It was raining.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Another Semi Tried to Kill Me
Posted by Stephanie at 9:12 PM
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Maybe you should have a driver.
Your Guardian Angel puts in a lot of overtime.
Sometimes our security guard drives Stephanie around the parking deck. Maybe she could drive her home.
She drives her around in that elongated golf cart? I've never seen anyone in it before! I had no idea it served an actual purpose.
It serves the purpose of driving Stephanie from her car to the front door when she has a lot of crafts in tow. (Don't deny it, Steph!)
ha. Okay, okay. I can't deny it. The big-haired security guard likes me, for some reason. Once she let me park illegally, and the other traffic cop gave me a ticket, and she tore it for me and let me know it wasn't her.
Now, the cart situation? I've never used in during hot or rainy weather, but this particular day, I had three heavy boxes to carry in, and she was sitting right there! So she offered me a lift!
That's what parking patrol lady is there for, PEOPLE. She just wants to give you a lift to the front door. Let her do it! It makes her job fulfilling.
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