[ File these under "Life" ]
Life presents us certain moments that tell us a bit about ourselves. On Thursday night, while driving down a non-busy street, minding my own business, acting like a good American citizen, a huge Yukon Denali makes an erratic turn, runs a red light and comes barreling towards my driver's side door. I had the right of away. Apparently, he didn't care.
Thankfully, being a dancer gave me great reflexes and I was able to veer off, screetching my breaks and honking my horn simultaneously. He did the same and we missed eachother by an inch. Just to be sure I wasn't going to have to deal with insurance agents, I hopped out to assess potential damage. Nothing.
The assailant, clearly not willing to admit he could've wiped out my life by his failure to abide by the law, jumps out to declare, "I didn't even see you," how responsible of him. I then caught a glimpse of the sticker on his car window. It read, "Kerry/Edwards 2004."
"Figures," I thought. And what does it say about me that I even thought that? Time for a self-check. Not cool.
In other news...there's nothing like getting a birthday card from your mom that reads,
"When I think of you and the beautiful, intelligent, self-assertive, and directed young woman you have become, I am so proud that God chose me to be your mother."
Turns out I'm not a screw-up after all.
Ambra, you wouldn't happen to drive one of those teeny-weeny cars that can zip in and out of blind spots at light speed, do you?
Sorry, I'm Texan :/