So I'm headed to work. I've been taking this route through the Tipp Hill area, cuz it's nicer and less stressful than the Geddes route. But I was thinking, "Schools not in yet and I'm a lil late and I think Geddes is faster..."
I altered my course Monday morning.
As I free wheeled down the hill from my house, my head in a Monday morning fog, I was happy for the "kid free" streets. I had to snap myself back and be more defensive and pay attention.
It was a good thing too....as I came to a green lit intersection in my favor, I caught out of the corner of my eye, a scrap truck.
You've seen these. Beater trucks, really scrap on wheels themselves. Loaded down with metal framing, old bikes, bbqs, wheels and the like. Driven by folks who trash pick and stop in the street to pick up hubcaps and anything metal.
This economy has turned us into trash pickers. Anyway you can make a buck. I get it.
This truck, headed to the intersection I was just moving into, came barreling towards me. Weighted down to the point that the body of the truck almost scraped the ground. My Spidey sense tingling, I realized it wasn't stopping!
I was halfway through the intersection when I realized he wasn't stopping! Not only wasn't he stopping...but he would proceed to make a radical right turn. The scrap on the back of his truck, flying from the bed, clattering and clanging onto the pavement. A metal pipe, sticking out of the truck, draggin in the other lane, and sparking on the pavement, finally detached and rolled under the stopped truck.
I sat there, gripping the wheel. I was almost T-boned by this idiot. And if that didn't happened, I would have had metal scrap slam across the hood of my car!
Thank Oprah I saw him coming and chose to slam on my breaks, with no one behind me!
I cautiously, crept up next to the truck with my car. The driver, like a statue behind the wheel. His co-pilot slowly emerged from the cab.
The right thing to do....pull over, ask if they were ok. Help get the metal out of the street so morning traffic could flow once again. Check the driver across the street and make sure the metal didn't hit their car.
Yes...that would be the right thing to do.
But I'm not known for doing the right thing...oh no...not me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!? SMOKING YOUR FUCKING BREAKFAST?!?!" My booming voice bounced off the overpass ceiling and echoed on the walls. The guy getting out shrugged like someone hit him.
Steam coming from my ears, I wheeled away to work. Blood boiling!
Welcome Monday...why must you start my week so?
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