If We Could Bottle My Luck..

I swear to God, if we could, we would have a weapon of mass destruction in our hands. No need for bombs or nuclear war heads or fancy guns and trucks.

Today, I was minding my own business, making my way to work with minimal traffic and was thinking “Hey, I’m gonna be early, let’s grab a drink from the kiosk near work,” And all was hunky dory till AFTER I got my drink and was driving out onto the road when ‘BAM!!’ A fudging BMW just reversed into me.

So somehow, now, I think me kind of fearing for my life every time I get into the car feels justified, whether or not I’m behind the wheel. Because goodness knows I’ve been in enough car wrecks already, I mean, I’ve crashed my own car twice, no wait, I take that back, today makes it  not once, not twice, but THREE times. Three!

And then there’s the fact that I was in the car when one of my best friends got crashed into by one of my other best friends, was in the car when my dad’s car got crashed, and for crying out loud I’ve even been in a cab that got crashed!

So really, getting behind the wheel is starting to look like me signing my death warrant or  taunting God or tempting Fate or or.. Something.

Today merely proves my point.

“Life’s expensive; drive defensive.”


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