Scooted home for some lunch and I saw the most disturbing thing: an accident. I didn’t see it happen, but I must have missed it by minutes. Two white cars, one older Buick, the other a Lexus and two bloodied people crying on the side of the road. There were several cop cars there already, so I didn’t stop to see if I could offer any assistance. (I really should take a first aid class somewhere, just in case I could help in a situation like the one I witnessed). The saddest part about the whole thing was the Buick was driven by a little white old lady who was sobbing, and bleeding, in the arms of a female police officer. Her husband sat on the curb, looking dazed and horrified. The Lexus driver stayed on the other side of the street, where his car rested, a telephone pole firmly planted in his front end. He was on a cell phone, screaming at the old people and waving his arms like a jackass. I watched in horror as he hurled obscenities across the street at the bloodied couple.
I wanted to run him over with Maru.
It looks like they were both trying to turn down Amelia from Mills, hit, and then each car ended up on oppisite sides of the road. Or something. You can never really tell how accidents happened unless you see them.
When I rode back to work I decided to take Amelia back to Summerlin, which shoots me out near work. A stop sign is bent at a strange angle and there are skid marks and cat litter all over the cobblestone. There was still an aura of fear that lingered there. I decided I would pay better attention to the road as I verntured back to work.
The morning fog, I miss it. It’s shaping up to be a brilliant afternoon, but I am stuck indoors, breathing recycled air. The worse part? I can see freedom because my desk is near the front door. If I just leapt over my computer I could make a quick break for it, and scurry off. But, I am chained to my desk by my need for a paycheck. The Colorado trip is only 4 weeks away (The fact that I don’t have a new job, and realizing how close the trip is sent me into a panic last night right before I went to bed.) I can’t afford to lose any money right now, we need all we can get for our vacation. It will be the first proper trip we have taken in almost a year.
I miss traveling.
P.S. With all the chaos in Iraq, why is Janet Jackson’s tit such important news?
