Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Driving to work, I switched lanes right before a stoplight. The light was still yellow, and I thought the person I was cutting in behind would keep going. However, the driver stopped, and I kind of sort of tapped her into the middle of the intersection. Then the light turned red.at 8:50 PM
I keep forgetting I'm not in Texas anymore, where 'Red' means 'race'.
Her passenger (a youngish guy) got out, saw no damage to the bumper, and waved at me in what I interpreted as an "It's okay" gesture. At least he didn't raise me single digits. When the light again turned green ('green' means 'go'), they kept going and made no effort to pull over. I half-heartedly tailed them (i.e., from a respectable distance) about a mile and-a-half until I approached the mall, which was my destination. When I got out and checked, the Buick had sustained no visible damage, either, so I suppose I ought to be grateful.
I feel stupid, though. I am a rather poor driver. I just cannot pay attention to the myriad distractions, obstacles, signs, and landmarks I'm supposed to notice all at once. Granted, I've only driven about four and-a-half months, and I have improved somewhat. But I'm still a doof. It makes me nervous, as I would certainly like to avoid being killed or killing another person, if at all possible. Oh, well.
Back to the laundry room- I only paused long enough to squeeze in my slightly embarassing moment.
