You know what's kinda funny in the restaurant biz??? When you refill a patrons beverage for like the eighteenth time and they say, "Well, I'm just gonna float outta here!". I always want to reply with, "Like, you mean on your own urine?"
Cause what else can it mean?!
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I'm supposed to go to school tomorrow, and it just so happens that we are supposed to get pounded a bit more with snow tonight. I've missed almost one day a week thus far in the semester, and my class only meets twice a week! I find that I am actually scared to drive in this weather these days. Could have something to do with my narrow escape from a really bad collision a couple of weeks ago.
I was driving north on the expressway when a southbound car caught my eye. It had lost control and was careening through the median. I was quick to realize by the way it was plowing through the snow that it wasn't going to stop and it'd be coming into the northbound lanes in a matter of seconds. So I stepped on it! For some reason, instead of hitting my breaks, I put the pedal to the metal and went as fast as I could to avoid our collision... and I barely made it... but God must've been with me that day, for I went fast enough to escape, and watched in my rearview as the car slid backwards into northbound traffic and missed me by about 15 feet but then was creamed by the semi behind me. It was awful, and I was saying, with my hand over my mouth, "Oh no! Oh God no! Oh no! No! No!", while I watched the mess of metal fly everywhere behind me. The semi ended up across both lanes of traffic and I was literally the last car to escape, for as I drove away, there was no one behind me. And yes, I drove away. I know, I know, I should've stopped... but by the time it had all happened, I was probably a mile away... and there was everyone else there who had to stop cause they couldn't get through. But I know, I should've stopped and if I could do it over again, I would have stopped and drove back and tried to help.
Either way, ever since then, I've been afraid to drive in the icy weather.
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God WAS with you, my friend. That was a close call you had there. As for going back to help? I don't know. If traffic was behind you, it might have been better to just keep going, but if you were behind the wreck, stopping would have been more in order.
It's a tough call either way. Glad you're OK.
He's always with you, friend. That story still gives me chills.
Jimminy. That was terrifying just to read, so I can only imagine.
I'd type more, but I gotta float now. Yea, to the bathroom.
Terrifying to read...
and you were in shock...
Hence why you drove away...
So very scary...
Glad you were okay.
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