Just looking in the mirror will make you a brave man

I had a near death experience today.

It was pretty fucking scary.

I was on 295, driving along, in reasonably steady traffic, in the center lane, when some girl tried to merge (from the right) into my car. I hit the brakes and tried to go left, but a guy was passing on that side and from there it was mostly spinning and zigzagging and fishtailing until I ended up in the far left lane facing oncoming traffic, and then another spin into the grass. Being in a somewhat safe position, I scooted further from the road, put my car in park, and leaned my head back against my seat surveying my surroundings through slit eyes.

Along comes High School Girl, stumbling through the ditch, wringing her hands, for whom I threw open the door and and shouted "Did you not see me?! Really?" and then I backed down from my panther stance to ask if she was alright because she already looked embarassed and on the verge of tears. She mumbled that she was and asked if my car was okay. It was, and hers too. The cops showed up ten seconds later and we traded information, and while the first officer (who looked like the guy who played the priest in Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet) was filling out forms, a black car pulled up on the other side of the guard rail and two guys jumped out and came over and confirmed my story to the officer, and then popped his head in my window and asked if I was alright. He offered to exchange information, too, but since none of us had a single scratch or dent, I told him it was okay, and he suggested I play the lottery this evening.

I think I might.