For the past few weeks, I’ve been doing the stay-up-late/get-up-early routine where I’m zombie-like for a few hours each morning. I take my zombie shower, I eat my zombie breakfast, and do the zombie commute. Today, I drove the zombie car. Actually, it was the zoomie car.
So. I was going a bit fast down the freeway, around 80ish, and a car from the next lane over darts in front of me. Hmm. “Darts” is actually misleading. More like: went from a completely stopped lane of traffic to maybe 15 as he pulled in front of me. I am very lucky that my instincts apparently aren’t affected by my zombie status.
I’m also lucky that in same instant my foot was squishing the brake pedal to the floor, my hand was squishing the horn through the steering column. My tupperware of cookies soared through the air, arced nicely, smacked the glove compartment and landed upside down. The motorcycle behind me had to slam on his brakes as well but, luckily, nothing of his went flying. Captain Oblivious seemed uncertain from whence this loud horn came from…so I kept my honk on. I got to work about an hour early, completely awake without the benefit of several cups of coffee. I only hope my cookies suffered no permanent damage; if they did, I’ll have to put them out of their misery.
An Erinku:
purple jacket
YES! with my
brown pants
orange socks
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