A moment from a nightmare evening: bumper to bumper traffic on a snow-clogged Cambridge street. Already I'd been an hour and a half in transit, dodging from street to street to get free of traffic.
I'd been changing the CD in my car player when I realized I'd bumped into the car ahead, an SUV.
There was another car waiting to pass the other way, but the driver of the SUV took his time to open his door and walk to the back of his vehicle to see any damage. (None.)
I got out off my car and stood up and faced him. Already the evening reeked of impending disaster. I was late, woefully underperformed for classes waiting for me. Why not this?
'So we're in bumper to bumper traffic, what happened?' this middle-aged burly man demanded.
'Well...I'm waiting for an answer,' he insisted, as I looked around at the car-packed, snow-canyoned illuminated street. 'I guess I wasn't paying attention,' I said meekly.
'Well, be more careful,' he said and got back into his vehicle and moved ahead slowly. I followed.
And the evening wasn't a complete fiasco, either
I'd been changing the CD in my car player when I realized I'd bumped into the car ahead, an SUV.
There was another car waiting to pass the other way, but the driver of the SUV took his time to open his door and walk to the back of his vehicle to see any damage. (None.)
I got out off my car and stood up and faced him. Already the evening reeked of impending disaster. I was late, woefully underperformed for classes waiting for me. Why not this?
'So we're in bumper to bumper traffic, what happened?' this middle-aged burly man demanded.
'Well...I'm waiting for an answer,' he insisted, as I looked around at the car-packed, snow-canyoned illuminated street. 'I guess I wasn't paying attention,' I said meekly.
'Well, be more careful,' he said and got back into his vehicle and moved ahead slowly. I followed.
And the evening wasn't a complete fiasco, either
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