So I was nearly hit by a firetruck on the way home for lunch. Same deal as the previous accident - I was on the main street with right of way, they were on a side-street waiting to come out (sirens off, I hasten to add) and as I drove past for some reason right as I was directly in front of them they decided to lay off the brakes and go straight forward.
Thanks to quick, cat-like reflexes I was able to escape without even a bump, but I can't help but feel that two incidents like this can only mean one thing:
I am invisible.
This is way cool. Now I can spy on people! And smite the wrong doers! And amuse the hell out of myself by playing the "I'm not touching you" game with people who have no idea where that giggling is coming from!
I could be the star of a Clay Aiken song!
[rubs hands together] Sooo many levels....
Thanks to quick, cat-like reflexes I was able to escape without even a bump, but I can't help but feel that two incidents like this can only mean one thing:
I am invisible.
This is way cool. Now I can spy on people! And smite the wrong doers! And amuse the hell out of myself by playing the "I'm not touching you" game with people who have no idea where that giggling is coming from!
I could be the star of a Clay Aiken song!
[rubs hands together] Sooo many levels....