Shaving. 6/26/2005
I was riding back to home this morning, when I had the closest of close shaves.
A bus had stopped in the slow lane, occupying the lane I need to take the left hand turn off to get home. Like an idiot, I swung left to get around the bus, before I remembered that, 1.) buses stop at bus stops, and 2.) they do that to let passengers off and on. And sure enough, just as I swung around the left hand side of the bus, there was an old lady carrying her morning shopping just about to get off. No problems there, I just needed to get further left to avoid her.
What really made my eyes bug out and my sphincter clench in fear was the fact that this bus had stopped in the slow lane because there was another bus was occupying the bus stop proper. And there were people busy getting on and off this bus. I was rapidly running out of options. I could try slipping in between the buses, but the gap was no where near big enough, and I’d probably collect the old lady’s shopping with me as I went past. I could brake like buggery, but probably pile into the back of the bus. So I gassed it with the clutch pulled in, to generate as much noise as I could. I whizzed past people, weaving wilder than a machine loom on meth. I heard screams, and shouts, and curses, and people dropping shopping and briefcases and scrambling out of the way.
And I made it through. A very close shave indeed.
- Posted in : General
- Author : thesnark
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