UPS Freeway Scare

It was a day like any other day. I was late leaving the house for exercise class so decided to jump on the freeway for two exits to save time.  As I was driving, thinking about all the things I had to do that day, I noticed a UPS truck merging into my lane with its back door up and packages stacked to the ceiling.

Those packages could fall out onto the road.

I switched lanes so as to not be behind the guy. Suddenly a pick-up truck pulling a small cement mixer veered in front of me. The two guys in the truck also saw the UPS truck with its door up. Then they were braking right in front of me, probably to tell the guy that he needed to close his door.

I slammed on my brakes so I wouldn’t ram into the cement mixer.

All I want to do is go to exercise class! I don’t want to get in a big accident when I’m only on the freeway  for two exits!

As the pick-up truck changed lanes again, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the UPS truck pulling onto the shoulder. Those guys might have saved that UPS drive’s job right then.  No one crashed into anyone else, but I sure was wide awake after the near miss accident.

I got off at my exit and decided I would never be late for class again.

Of course I was running late the next time, too. Now I put on my headlights (for two exits) and pay better attention to all vehicles around me.  It was an earlier class than I usually go to, and I was driving with rush hour folks who are just a little bit crazy.

When I got to class the next time the teacher had us on the party train and saying woot- woot as we did our aerobics. Imagine twenty senior women doing that. It is hilarious.  Then we danced to Marvin Gaye, Earth Wind and Fire, some sock hop band and other  R and B bands I don’t know the names of.

I went home on the surface streets. Why tempt fate?

This post is extra short, but I had to put it out there.

Couldda Wouldda Shouldda

If I would’ve stayed behind the UPS truck, the pick-up truck with cement mixer would not have had to swerve in front of me.



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