a nail-biting white-knuckled purgatory an adventure when I drive around certain areas of Central New York State. Take this morning, for example. I was only out and about for two hours or so, as the son had an appointment. Within that brief two-hour span, however, I gained 50 additional gray hairs and the poor son heard an earful. We risked our lives a mere three times JUST by driving 25 miles and back.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to whip out my camera while dodging speeding bullets (aka, a 85-mph Mazda and a Hyundai SantaFe speeding through 40-mph zones) or averting catastrophes (such as truckers carelessly weaving in and out of tight traffic in a Road Work Zone). I did, however, manage to get one small photo shoot of a massive parking FAIL.
I took the son for a quick milkshake at McDonald’s, braving bumper-to-bumper traffic and some really crazy drivers. As we drove through the parking lot to go home, the son squinted ahead and said, “Mom, what’s that?”
“What’s what?” I said, my attention on the tailgating SUV monster breathing down my little Sonata neck.
I screeched to a stop, closing the windows against the barrage of expletives bursting from the SUV. A car was parked in the tiny McD’s lot, and something was hanging out the back of the trunk. Can you see it?
It was a wheelbarrow, loosely rigged to the trunk of a car, and a wooden broom handle and a METAL STAKE were sticking out the back, into oncoming traffic!!
I am so glad my son was with me, because I would not have seen that until I was right on top of it.. or it through my windshield.
Not 4 minutes after I pulled out of that parking lot to make a left-hand turn, another SUV roared up from behind me, crossed the yellow-double line in the center of the road, and passed me on my left to beat me to the left-hand turn.
Oh, and also must add that there has been an explosion of “bath salts” accidents in my area… I happened to come across one over the weekend. It was a horrible car wreck… the media later said the driver was “on” bath salts. So far, I have counted more than a dozen boating or car accident deaths from people “on” bath salts. HOW THE HECK CAN SOMEONE GET HIGH ON BATH SALTS?! I am not experienced in this stuff… I mean– who would look at a Calgon box and think, “Golly, what great fun I’ll have if I stuff these cubes up my nostrils!”
So now you know, dear friends, why I say I hate going out to shop, why I hate the traffic around here. People are NUTS.