*or*
One of the most terrifying feelings of my young life!
(Regardless of my thoughts about the ‘most’ and ‘-est’ moments, I feel fairly confident in saying the most terrifying feeling was that one false positive. Yeah.)
Stan put my car back together... sort of. On my way to work one day, I tipped over my own feet and threw my chai frappe on it and re-christened the beast Frankencougar. It’s a fitting name as its new collection of parts is moooshed together with duck tape, WD-40, hopes, and prayers. I only drive it to work- as it may in fact, be a death trap.
When it idles it does this really embarrassing thing were it makes the car rock back and forth REALLYHARD. I have to keep my foot stomped on the brake to hold it in place. Naturally, I don’t like to stop at many intersections. So I speed- sometimes quite a bit to make it through all the lights. My route brings me down Portland Ave from downtown and then I turn onto Lake St. I figure if I don’t slow down until the last possible second I can make the light just as it’s turning red. Ok. Good plan, I start to implement it when:
***beepbuhbeepbeepbeepbuhbuhbeep***
This just in Kell! Guess what! You don't possess any brakes!!:D
Supposedly under pressure some of us rise to the occasion- remaining cool and calm, the better to alleviate the situation. I am not one of those people. I have to admit, first I said a word that most definitely should not come out of a lady’s mouth... then I screamed my fool head off until I heard something in my ear crack. I’m alive, obviously so that’s good. And I shouldn’t even bitch about this... *but*!
I had to walk home... in my spring clothes. I was so cold by the time I got home that I felt like if I fell I would shatter into a hundred pieces- much like that terminator dude from the second movie. (Which, in my humble opinion, is where they should have stopped. To this day, I deny knowledge of any other aspect of that particular franchise.)
Ummmm... I think I’m done.
Bye!
<3
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