Now I’m listening to Burt Bacharach on snotterfly, but I don’t hate it. You might not either.
Hey man. I bet you’ve had a long day. You probably just wanted to get home. You were trying to get your truck off of the highway median, out of the under-construction area, and I guess you thought you were all clear. You didn’t pause to check your mirrors or your blind spot.
I get it. I wanted to get home too. I was driving a few miles per hour over the speed limit, doing 60 in a 55. It happens, right?
But man, it would’ve been real cool of you to check your mirrors before pulling off the dirt and into the left lane when there was a car coming at you with me behind the wheel. I would’ve really appreciated that. It would have made my drive home a whole lot less exciting.
Instead, as you lurched out into my car, I had to dive into the closed-off right lane, straight at a line of big orange construction barrels. I had to swerve back left to avoid them. I was headed for the solid concrete construction divider, still moving at 60 miles an hour. I slid sideways, tires screaming, spinning the steering wheel again, back towards the barrels. There were inches to spare, maybe. I went back and forth two more times.
I’m really glad I drive a small, light car because if I didn’t, I would have been a big mess in the middle of Route 59. Instead I’m here, back home, writing a passive-aggressive note on my blog about it.
So like, I’m not mad. But I’m not thrilled either. I hope that next time you’re trying to get home, you take an extra five seconds to make sure nobody’s coming at you before you move into traffic. That’s all, dude. Let’s all be cool out there, right?