Every second Tuesday, I try to meet up with friends to go see a movie and tonight was no different. I followed my usual route, which has become almost routine, always without incident, however, tonight I had me a small fright.
There was a good song on the radio, to which I had the volume turned up and I was singing along with the singer. Images of what the words meant were scrolling across my imagination, but as vivid as my imagination tends to get, I never take my focus off the road in front of me, nor the streams of traffic around me.
Apparently, the woman in the car next to me, must've been deep in thought, too, only her mind and attention were miles away, as she signaled and turned into my lane, almost striking my front quarter-panel. I laid on the horn quite heavily, and she slammed hard on the brakes, avoiding an inevitable collision. At the same time, I noticed a small dog in the back seat, an innocent victim in all this, whose face struck her head rest quite firmly, before his little head disappeared behind the door.
I was upset at this woman's ignorance and failure to shoulder check, but I was more concerned for the little dog. Happy-go-lucky, one moment, looking out the window at a strange and wondrous world, then hurt, maybe even injured or concussed, the next moment. I have an affinity for animals, as most do, I'm sure, so my concern was on that dog.
For the remainder of my trek down this street before I had to turn off, took less than twenty seconds, but my thoughts of the pooch lasted long than that, stretching over the hours since, to this very moment. The image of that dog's face being smooshed into the seat back, keeps replaying in my head, in slow motion. The poor puppy.
I bet the stupid woman blamed me for her ignorance, which is fine, but worse yet, probably hasn't even acknowledged that her dog became a ballistic projectile, exploding behind her. I hope he's okay.
There was a good song on the radio, to which I had the volume turned up and I was singing along with the singer. Images of what the words meant were scrolling across my imagination, but as vivid as my imagination tends to get, I never take my focus off the road in front of me, nor the streams of traffic around me.
Apparently, the woman in the car next to me, must've been deep in thought, too, only her mind and attention were miles away, as she signaled and turned into my lane, almost striking my front quarter-panel. I laid on the horn quite heavily, and she slammed hard on the brakes, avoiding an inevitable collision. At the same time, I noticed a small dog in the back seat, an innocent victim in all this, whose face struck her head rest quite firmly, before his little head disappeared behind the door.
I was upset at this woman's ignorance and failure to shoulder check, but I was more concerned for the little dog. Happy-go-lucky, one moment, looking out the window at a strange and wondrous world, then hurt, maybe even injured or concussed, the next moment. I have an affinity for animals, as most do, I'm sure, so my concern was on that dog.
For the remainder of my trek down this street before I had to turn off, took less than twenty seconds, but my thoughts of the pooch lasted long than that, stretching over the hours since, to this very moment. The image of that dog's face being smooshed into the seat back, keeps replaying in my head, in slow motion. The poor puppy.
I bet the stupid woman blamed me for her ignorance, which is fine, but worse yet, probably hasn't even acknowledged that her dog became a ballistic projectile, exploding behind her. I hope he's okay.
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