shadow19's Diaryland Diary

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Back from the edge.

Here's what I learned at Defensive Driving class, where six hours of my life were callously squandered by a pair of men intent on hammering home the obvious...
1) Drunk driving is BAD.
2) Road rage is BAD, too.
3) Steer into the skid. Duh. (And though this is often the plan, sometimes the car has other ideas.)
4) Don't try to pump ABS brakes. Duh, again.
5) Passing a stopped school bus? Yup, BAD.

But mostly, I learned that three hours at defensive driving class can go slower than an entire day (maybe even two days) of work. Ouch. But now we'll reap the 10% insurance discount until 2008. Not that we're counting.

That was LAST night. Here's tonight's drama...

We grabbed dinner at Friendly's and when we were wrapping up, Fred's phone rang and I said, "Uh oh." (Most calls to his phone mean that something is wrong.) I could tell that it was something with a grandmother, so I was
mouthing, "Dead?" and he kept nodding "yes." Then he hung up and said that Grandma L. is in the hospital with some sort of leg problem...NOT dead. Phew. Sooooo, I (reasonably) asked, 'Why did you nod "yes" when I said "Dead?"' And he says, "Oh, I didn't know what you were saying."

You can't make this stuff up.

10:30 p.m. - 2005-03-10

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