As many of you know, I am one for randomness. One of my favorite quotes even happens to be, “that’s random”. Although, when I’ve analyzed the root of me saying this quote or even in analyzing the things I am referring to as random, I have often found out they are not random at all. Whether it be internal dialogue, a sight, or a smell that sparks a memory and leads to something spoken aloud, although seemingly random to the outside word, really is not so.
That being said: yesterday really was random.
1. I started off the day by heading to a training. At some point between South Central and West LA, a man allowed me to get in front of him when my lane came to an abrupt end. Apparently it was meaningful to him that I accepted the gesture (something not experience often amidst LA drivers) or that I waved a polite ‘thanks’ after doing so (also something not frequently observed here). Regardless, at first I found it nice that he made his way beside me just to wave and mouth the saying ‘how are you?’ through both of our closed windows. Once again, I waved and smiled a little more reserved this time. Yet, through the 4.8 miles on the bumper-to bumper traffic, he kept appearing. Weird when I parked and he drove by honking and waving out his window and yelling ‘bye!’. Creepy when I turned the corner and he was in the parking lot waiting for me. Offered a business card with a name scratched out and his name and cell phone number scribbled on it. Random. Walked quickly inside at this point.
2. After the training, I have time to go to the gym, eat, clean the house, nap, and get ready to go tutor. As I finished cleaning up the house, somehow I ended up with four large white trash bags of garbage. Rather than haul them individually out to the dumpster, I opted to place them all on top of my car and drop them off when I got to the end of the long driveway. Problem arose when I forgot. Somehow between the ten seconds it takes to make it out of my driveway, it totally slipped my mind. I proceeded to leave, drive down my street, enter the main road, and get onto the freeway. As I looked in my backseat wondering why it sounded like my window was rolled down, I realized it was the bags flapping freely on my roof. Enter another man driving beside me pointing to my roof, I just waved and put my hands over my head trying to convey, ‘I’m such an idiot, I forgot!’ as I exited the freeway in search for an inconscpicuous trash recepticle. Despite all of my anti-polluting antics, I lost two bags somwhere between my house and South Central.
3. I am way over my 200 word limit and I realize this, and I apologize. This upcoming event kind of put the icing on the cake though. I will try to be brief. However, unlike random, brief really is not my thing. So driving home from tutoring. Talking on the phone. Enter a thought into my mind: wouldn’t it be weird if I got rear ended right now. I wonder if I would get hurt. Less than one minute later, enter a man going to fast and crashing into the back of my car. Ooops. So we get off to the side of the freeway, I get off the phone, and get out of my car. Quickly he has apparently surveyed the damage and demands, “There is nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong.” Repeatedly. I ask him for his license and insurance so we can exchange information. His reply to this is, you guessed it, “there is nothing wrong.” At this point, I call Patrick who happens to be at the next exit and sees my hazards. He comes up right at the point where I’m in the guy’s window explaining what is, in fact, wrong in this situation, and I quote, “Yes, as a matter of fact there is something wrong. A. You ran into my car and haven’t even apologized and B. Even though there is nothing horribly wrong physically with my car, in the off chance something is wrong with my sore neck, I am not paying for the physical therapy I will need for something that you caused. That is what’s wrong.” He still refused. Luckily, or not so luckily, there was another accident 1/4 mile ahead, so I just ran my merry self along the freeway (reminiscint of the time when I ran out of gas) and approached the policeofficers. They were able to help me get the license and insurance information off of the man, although he continued to adamently proclaim there was nothing wrong.
So, I am off to dinner with some friends. My neck and back are definitely sore. It could be from my first week back at the gym. Or from whiplash. Who knows! Coincidentally, I already scheduled a massage (pre-accident) for tomorrow at 9a.m. I’m really looking forward to that!
This will be just a quick little blog. Who knew rabbits were such hungry little critters? Since the new additions to our family, several items have come up nibbled. Some to be expected, others…not so much!
