saudivette
Clueless In Sandland
...SHIT!!
I ran our dog up to the vet this morning as he was booked in to get a cist cut out of his neck. I dropped him off and then dropped Christine off at work no problems and then spent the next hour trying to get back to our compound. There'd been a good size accident on the main road and then when everyone started trying to take different routes, there were several more accidents. It took an hour to drive what normally takes 15 minutes! I was just getting near our compound when a Toyota Coaster bus changed lanes (as in, jerk-the-wheel-to-avoid-a-deer type of lane change) just as I was about to pass him. I near shit myself and jammed on the brakes but had no where to go - either run into the bus, slam into a cement wall beside me or slam into a Toyota pickup that was now beside me. The ABS system kicked straight in (which always takes me by surprise) and luckily I slowed enough that I didn't have to swerve or hit the bus - mind you, I was only INCHES off the rear of the bus. The bastard realized what he had done as when I went past him, he didn't even acknowledge me and then when I was about 100 yards in front of him, I slowed right down and so did he. Funny old thing, he turned into the same street as I did (there's another compound beside us) so when I got to the military checkpoint (and he had nowhere to go), I stopped and got out of my car. I was still shaking like a leaf with fright, anger and adrenaline and all I wanted to do was drag him out through the window by his ears and bury my knee in his face but I knew I couldn't do that so I went up to his window and asked him (in a rather stern voice) why the hell didn't he look before he changed lanes etc etc etc. In true 3rd world national fashion, he denied doing anything wrong and said it was my fault for not watching where I was going bla bla bla. Anyway, to cut the story short I told him to use his damn side mirrors and whacked his mirror for emphasis with the back of my hand. Of course, the wafer thin mirror shattered and I've now got 4 stitches in my left pinky finger. So, that was my excitement for the day - I have 3 days off work now but can't really do anything as the stitches are right up near the knuckle - which of course makes it pretty damn painful to use my hand for much, especially spannering or playing my bass.
Like I said, ouch, damn and shit!
I ran our dog up to the vet this morning as he was booked in to get a cist cut out of his neck. I dropped him off and then dropped Christine off at work no problems and then spent the next hour trying to get back to our compound. There'd been a good size accident on the main road and then when everyone started trying to take different routes, there were several more accidents. It took an hour to drive what normally takes 15 minutes! I was just getting near our compound when a Toyota Coaster bus changed lanes (as in, jerk-the-wheel-to-avoid-a-deer type of lane change) just as I was about to pass him. I near shit myself and jammed on the brakes but had no where to go - either run into the bus, slam into a cement wall beside me or slam into a Toyota pickup that was now beside me. The ABS system kicked straight in (which always takes me by surprise) and luckily I slowed enough that I didn't have to swerve or hit the bus - mind you, I was only INCHES off the rear of the bus. The bastard realized what he had done as when I went past him, he didn't even acknowledge me and then when I was about 100 yards in front of him, I slowed right down and so did he. Funny old thing, he turned into the same street as I did (there's another compound beside us) so when I got to the military checkpoint (and he had nowhere to go), I stopped and got out of my car. I was still shaking like a leaf with fright, anger and adrenaline and all I wanted to do was drag him out through the window by his ears and bury my knee in his face but I knew I couldn't do that so I went up to his window and asked him (in a rather stern voice) why the hell didn't he look before he changed lanes etc etc etc. In true 3rd world national fashion, he denied doing anything wrong and said it was my fault for not watching where I was going bla bla bla. Anyway, to cut the story short I told him to use his damn side mirrors and whacked his mirror for emphasis with the back of my hand. Of course, the wafer thin mirror shattered and I've now got 4 stitches in my left pinky finger. So, that was my excitement for the day - I have 3 days off work now but can't really do anything as the stitches are right up near the knuckle - which of course makes it pretty damn painful to use my hand for much, especially spannering or playing my bass.
Like I said, ouch, damn and shit!
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