Nine Lives May Mot Be Enough...

Ok, so everyone in this town must be on some crazy medication or should have lost the right to drive long ago, because my mom and I have almost been hit so many times in the last week it is becoming more than scary. It's obviously not enough that I made it through a crazy lady with coyotes in her yard, 2 hypoglycemic comas, an entire year plus of constant vomiting, acute renal failure and bleeding from both ends, along with various other doggie mystery ailments. Each day on our route to work, some new goon tries to hit us in a variety of ways...some of my favorites are as follows:

Old man in cream colored ancient Ford driving the wrong way straight towards us on a one way street.

Lady on a cell in a brand new BMW turning into our lane as we try not to swerve into parked cars on the side of Haley.

Semi-driver turning out of a parking lot who cannot steer the truck any other way than into our car, forcing us to back up into a busy intersection and wait like sitting ducks for him to creep by us without stripping the paint clean off the car!

Bus driver of the Braille Institute, yes, relish the irony...Braille Institute...turns out onto De La Vina straight into the passenger side of the car where I am sitting in my bag along with 2 people who had recently had back and hip surgeries, forcing us to swerve into the other lane, nearly avoiding parked cars in front of Taffy's Pizza!

Gardener truck coming around the corner of my street in the middle of the lane on a tight curve and practically slamming us into the car behind us, thank goodness for new brakes!

I am really glad my mom is such a decent driver, and to all you nutjobs out there acting a fool on the road, please go home and watch Idol or something and let me live.