off to big dee, little eh double ell eh ess (by plane, thank goodness)
After a long and stressful week, I pulled onto the busy highway as usual this morning, trying to get up to speed, when I noticed that my accelerator wasn't doing anything. Not only was my accelerator not doing anything, my speedometer was showing a very rapid decline in mph.
"Oh shit," I thought calmly, pressing my hazard lights and taking a moment to think. "Well, get off the road."
Only problem is, it is very difficult to get off the road when you have cars going 70mph in lanes on either side of you and your brakes aren't working either. AND OH HEY, guess what! It is also really difficult to get off the road when you turn your steering wheel twice and then it won't move again.
Thankfully, I had maneuvered just perfectly enough and just quickly enough that two steering wheel turns and one pump of the brakes was all I needed. I coasted beautifully into a grassy median on the left, not a ditch, and I had a U-Turn spot behind me. The guard rail didn't begin until a few feet from where my car came to rest, so I also did not crash into that. It was probably the safest spot that I could have been at rush hour.
THE LUCK OF THIS. THE BEAUTIFUL LUCK OF THIS.
Seriously, there was a lot that made me unhappy about the situation. Paying $600 dollars for a new fuel pump is kind of shitty. Berating myself for not making it into work, not entirely fun. Crying in front of a Safeway because you're filled with anxiety and slightly in shock from earlier? All unpleasant scenarios.
However.
I WAS NOT HURT. Not a single scratch on me.
I did not bother traffic. I didn't cause an incident to be reported on the radio. No one was held up. Not even the police officer who drove me to a shopping center, because he was on his way to his shift anyway.
I have the money. I have a job. I saved. I can pay for this myself without adding financial burden on my parents' shoulders. I've always wanted to be able to handle my own shit.
Not even kidding you, I was driving home yesterday when a black cat crossed my path. I had to stop and wait for it to cross the street. And when it did, I thought, "I wonder if that's actually bad luck. What if it's trying to communicate something else?"
I think, just maybe, there was a reason I didn't make it into work today. There's a reason why my car suddenly said "Don't go any farther." Maybe this bad luck spared me from worse luck, because as far as this bad scenario went? It was about as lucky as bad luck gets.
♥
Flying to Dallas Sunday morning~ Going to be there all week for work. It's going to be insanely busy and I will probably stress myself out, but! I will eat well, go to my first NFL game, have a bathtub in my hotel room I can soak in like a person who can afford such a luxury, and hey! I'm traveling. That's kind of cool. :)
Love you guys. *SQUISHES*
"Oh shit," I thought calmly, pressing my hazard lights and taking a moment to think. "Well, get off the road."
Only problem is, it is very difficult to get off the road when you have cars going 70mph in lanes on either side of you and your brakes aren't working either. AND OH HEY, guess what! It is also really difficult to get off the road when you turn your steering wheel twice and then it won't move again.
Thankfully, I had maneuvered just perfectly enough and just quickly enough that two steering wheel turns and one pump of the brakes was all I needed. I coasted beautifully into a grassy median on the left, not a ditch, and I had a U-Turn spot behind me. The guard rail didn't begin until a few feet from where my car came to rest, so I also did not crash into that. It was probably the safest spot that I could have been at rush hour.
THE LUCK OF THIS. THE BEAUTIFUL LUCK OF THIS.
Seriously, there was a lot that made me unhappy about the situation. Paying $600 dollars for a new fuel pump is kind of shitty. Berating myself for not making it into work, not entirely fun. Crying in front of a Safeway because you're filled with anxiety and slightly in shock from earlier? All unpleasant scenarios.
However.
I WAS NOT HURT. Not a single scratch on me.
I did not bother traffic. I didn't cause an incident to be reported on the radio. No one was held up. Not even the police officer who drove me to a shopping center, because he was on his way to his shift anyway.
I have the money. I have a job. I saved. I can pay for this myself without adding financial burden on my parents' shoulders. I've always wanted to be able to handle my own shit.
Not even kidding you, I was driving home yesterday when a black cat crossed my path. I had to stop and wait for it to cross the street. And when it did, I thought, "I wonder if that's actually bad luck. What if it's trying to communicate something else?"
I think, just maybe, there was a reason I didn't make it into work today. There's a reason why my car suddenly said "Don't go any farther." Maybe this bad luck spared me from worse luck, because as far as this bad scenario went? It was about as lucky as bad luck gets.
♥
Flying to Dallas Sunday morning~ Going to be there all week for work. It's going to be insanely busy and I will probably stress myself out, but! I will eat well, go to my first NFL game, have a bathtub in my hotel room I can soak in like a person who can afford such a luxury, and hey! I'm traveling. That's kind of cool. :)
Love you guys. *SQUISHES*