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FrostedFlake -> RE: Wow! That was a RUSH!! (2/26/2014 11:46:44 PM)
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I was cruising about 30mph on Curly Creek Road with the window down, enjoying the breezes on a warm afternoon when a bee, about the size of my little finger flew over my shoulder. Inches from my ear. Yeah, I saw him. Watched him in the mirror fly across the back. Thought, "Hmmmmm...." Watched him turn and fly up the passenger side of the car. Thought, "I better stop and let him out". Watched him turn and fly across the front of the car while I cotinued to plan. Then as he passed the radio, he took a sharp turn, possibly because I turned the wheel, to stay out of Curly Creek. It wasn't long, way less than a second, before I had marked his new course. He was headed a bit left of my right leg. And a bit right of my left leg. And pretty far back.
The next thing that happened is, I slammed the car door. Hard. I can't say for certain the car had stopped moving. But it was in park and the keys were in hand and I wasn't still wearing my seatbelt, so things must have happened in more or less the traditional order. From where I was standing, in the ditch, I had to look up to look down, into the car. It was perched at a 40 degree angle on big rocks the highway boys put there to keep the bank out of the ditch I was standing in and out of the road behind me. I stood and watched the bee make a victory lap and then pause, as if seeing me for the first time. The bee said, "How ya doin?" and then he flew away.
Apparently, I am fluent in Bee. And it occurred it was a good question. I thought about it. Noticed I wasn't writhing in pain in some really fucked up situation. The consideration improved my attitude. I turned to consider my car and found that while it was on the wrong side of the ditch and tilted crazily on the points of four different boulders, there was no damage to see. I climbed into the road, looked up an down wondering what to do, when around the corner rolls a zombie green Forest Service six-pack. It rolls perfectly to a stop and who should be leaning out the window a foot away but my bosses' boss. He asked the same question the bee had just brought up.
I smiled and allowed as to how, considering everything, I didn't see as I had cause to complain. The boss seemed a little surprised. his eye slid over to my car. He asked how it was I came to be, ...parked, up there. I said I had just been going over that very question and while I hadn't gotten far with it, if he liked, I'd lay out what I had. He gave me the nod, so I showed him my little finger, told him about the radio, and all kinda stuff like that. 15 minutes later we had things well in hand and set off in different directions. I needed a new power steering belt. How you reach in with a boulder and cut a power steering belt without bending sheet metal, I don't know, but that is all the damage we did getting my Capri back in the road. And I never did hear about it at work.
There have been other occasions when exciting things have happened. But I doubt I have ever moved quite that fast, before or since.
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