It's not a near miss, it's a near hit!
Howdy all,
I had an interesting and exciting day behind the wheel. Everything was going great and I had a real slammer in the making (4 airport runs before 10 AM). I had just dropped a customer downtown@ 11:15 so I decided to hang around rather than head back to my Eastside haunts. I got a call from a young lady who was heading to the downtown hospital for an appointment. As we cruised down Burnside St., all of a sudden a huge Ford Enourmo (or whatever it's called, it's so big it should have a hull number painted on it) pulls into my lane against the red. Thankfully, the left lane was open and I swerved and avoided the SUV (it had come to a stop when the driver realized their error).
Tasting bile, I finished driving Ashley to the hospital. For the rest of the trip, she told me that this was a rehab appointment, as she had lasting effects from a car accident the previous year. Freaky eh? I dropped her off, she pushed some money into my hand, and, as I said goodbye, she replied, "Thanks for saving my life".
I found a place to park and promptly broke the city ordinance prohibiting smoking in the cab. As I was mulling over recent events, I got another call. I had to take an octagenarian to the pharmacy to pick up his meds. As I related my near brush, he told me of getting shot (twice!) during WW2 and how he shouldn't have lived...etc. I asked if he wanted me to wait but he said no. As I started back toward the Eastside, I said "screw it" and turned in my cab for the day. Too many omens in rapid succession for my taste. Think I'll walk for awhile.
All the Best,
John
I had an interesting and exciting day behind the wheel. Everything was going great and I had a real slammer in the making (4 airport runs before 10 AM). I had just dropped a customer downtown@ 11:15 so I decided to hang around rather than head back to my Eastside haunts. I got a call from a young lady who was heading to the downtown hospital for an appointment. As we cruised down Burnside St., all of a sudden a huge Ford Enourmo (or whatever it's called, it's so big it should have a hull number painted on it) pulls into my lane against the red. Thankfully, the left lane was open and I swerved and avoided the SUV (it had come to a stop when the driver realized their error).
Tasting bile, I finished driving Ashley to the hospital. For the rest of the trip, she told me that this was a rehab appointment, as she had lasting effects from a car accident the previous year. Freaky eh? I dropped her off, she pushed some money into my hand, and, as I said goodbye, she replied, "Thanks for saving my life".
I found a place to park and promptly broke the city ordinance prohibiting smoking in the cab. As I was mulling over recent events, I got another call. I had to take an octagenarian to the pharmacy to pick up his meds. As I related my near brush, he told me of getting shot (twice!) during WW2 and how he shouldn't have lived...etc. I asked if he wanted me to wait but he said no. As I started back toward the Eastside, I said "screw it" and turned in my cab for the day. Too many omens in rapid succession for my taste. Think I'll walk for awhile.
All the Best,
John
posted by john at 3:16 PM
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