The Thursday From Hell...?
I don't even know where to start!
How a day that started out so amazingly fantastic (I woke up in Her arms) can turn so wrong in, oh, so many ways in such a short period of time is almost unfathomable.
After the initial bliss of Her, I quickly realized that not only was I so tired I almost couldn't see straight, I was also late for work, and She would be leaving (on a jet-plane) for Lithuania in just a few hours. She would be gone the entire weekend! That's four-and-a-half days until I would be holding her again! Gaaah, the Agony!
Well, once I finally was able to pull myself away from Her (She literally pushed me out of bed, that is, however reluctantly, to get me off to work), crawled through the shower, and ran for the car, I figured my day could only get better. I was, of course, dead wrong!
First of all, my car was totally iced down. A really cold night after a really warm day will do that. So, I spent about 15 minutes scraping ice off the windows, before I could get out on the road. This putting me a grand total of 45 minutes behind schedule.
Now, you'd think scraping ice off your car for 15 minutes would somehow alert you to the fact that the roads just might be a little bit slippery. Not so, apparently.
That's right. After driving approximately 800 meters (that's about half a mile, for you metric-impaired out there), the car in front of me had to suddenly brake, in order to avoid running over some kid who decided crossing the road at that particular moment was a great idea! Somehow the woman driving that car managed to stop in time. I, however, did not.
There's something about the feeling of slamming the brakes on your car, only to realize it has no effect whatsoever. Something quite terrifying. Just sitting behind the wheel, watching yourself helplessly sliding forward, knowing there's not a thing you can do to prevent what's about to happen. It's like the world slows down, giving you plenty of time to prepare for the impact, to brace yourself. Everything turns absolutely silent. And then... Bang!
You get thrown forward, only to be brutally stopped by your seat-belt (thank God), and your entire body turns suddenly numb. It's almost feels like your heart skips a beat. The sound of broken glass spraying the pavement kind of sticks in your head. And you're strangely (and quite disturbingly) amused by the sight of the car you just rammed, being pushed several meters forward by the sheer force of the blow, before sliding to a halt against the sidewalk. Well, I was, anyway...
Now, first of all, no-one was hurt, at least not physically. I've been in a state of shock since it happened, but that will pass eventually. Thankfully, the kid crossing the road had already gotten all the way across, or I would have pushed the other car into him...
Second, the woman's car only got a dent. Apparently, Peugeot makes really solid cars. Sure, it won't be cheap, but hey, it's only money. It could've been so much worse.
My car, on the other hand...
Even though the speed wasn't particularly high (only 30 km/h, that's 20mph), it's pretty much a wreck. I don't think it can be fixed. Which leaves me with no car at the moment. Which REALLY fucks up my work-days.
Anyway, just to top it off, in the shock of it all I managed to lock myself out of the car, with my briefcase and laptop in the back seat (don't ask me how...). I didn't want to leave the car with my computer in the back, which meant I couldn't go back to Her place. I had to wait for three hours, while trying to open the door with a piece of wire like in the movies(hey, I was a good kid. I don't know how to break into a car!), before someone from the fire-department(!) finally came to help me out. They were quite happy to get out for a while, apparently there had been quite few fires in that precinct lately, and made opening my car into a contest. Seeing four firemen competing to be the first one to unlock one of my car doors finally brought a smile to my face. It took them about three minutes.
Just after they had left, She came walking by. She wanted to check how I was doing, and She brought me lunch. Right then and there I could have cried. I think that's what kept me going from there.
The rest of the day went to getting the car moved away from the accident-scene, saying goodbye to Her (again), getting myself to work (which is a story all of it's own), coping with the sheer stupidity of it all, and finally going home. To an empty bed.
Damn, I miss Her...
How a day that started out so amazingly fantastic (I woke up in Her arms) can turn so wrong in, oh, so many ways in such a short period of time is almost unfathomable.
After the initial bliss of Her, I quickly realized that not only was I so tired I almost couldn't see straight, I was also late for work, and She would be leaving (on a jet-plane) for Lithuania in just a few hours. She would be gone the entire weekend! That's four-and-a-half days until I would be holding her again! Gaaah, the Agony!
Well, once I finally was able to pull myself away from Her (She literally pushed me out of bed, that is, however reluctantly, to get me off to work), crawled through the shower, and ran for the car, I figured my day could only get better. I was, of course, dead wrong!
First of all, my car was totally iced down. A really cold night after a really warm day will do that. So, I spent about 15 minutes scraping ice off the windows, before I could get out on the road. This putting me a grand total of 45 minutes behind schedule.
Now, you'd think scraping ice off your car for 15 minutes would somehow alert you to the fact that the roads just might be a little bit slippery. Not so, apparently.
That's right. After driving approximately 800 meters (that's about half a mile, for you metric-impaired out there), the car in front of me had to suddenly brake, in order to avoid running over some kid who decided crossing the road at that particular moment was a great idea! Somehow the woman driving that car managed to stop in time. I, however, did not.
There's something about the feeling of slamming the brakes on your car, only to realize it has no effect whatsoever. Something quite terrifying. Just sitting behind the wheel, watching yourself helplessly sliding forward, knowing there's not a thing you can do to prevent what's about to happen. It's like the world slows down, giving you plenty of time to prepare for the impact, to brace yourself. Everything turns absolutely silent. And then... Bang!
You get thrown forward, only to be brutally stopped by your seat-belt (thank God), and your entire body turns suddenly numb. It's almost feels like your heart skips a beat. The sound of broken glass spraying the pavement kind of sticks in your head. And you're strangely (and quite disturbingly) amused by the sight of the car you just rammed, being pushed several meters forward by the sheer force of the blow, before sliding to a halt against the sidewalk. Well, I was, anyway...
Now, first of all, no-one was hurt, at least not physically. I've been in a state of shock since it happened, but that will pass eventually. Thankfully, the kid crossing the road had already gotten all the way across, or I would have pushed the other car into him...
Second, the woman's car only got a dent. Apparently, Peugeot makes really solid cars. Sure, it won't be cheap, but hey, it's only money. It could've been so much worse.
My car, on the other hand...
Even though the speed wasn't particularly high (only 30 km/h, that's 20mph), it's pretty much a wreck. I don't think it can be fixed. Which leaves me with no car at the moment. Which REALLY fucks up my work-days.
Anyway, just to top it off, in the shock of it all I managed to lock myself out of the car, with my briefcase and laptop in the back seat (don't ask me how...). I didn't want to leave the car with my computer in the back, which meant I couldn't go back to Her place. I had to wait for three hours, while trying to open the door with a piece of wire like in the movies(hey, I was a good kid. I don't know how to break into a car!), before someone from the fire-department(!) finally came to help me out. They were quite happy to get out for a while, apparently there had been quite few fires in that precinct lately, and made opening my car into a contest. Seeing four firemen competing to be the first one to unlock one of my car doors finally brought a smile to my face. It took them about three minutes.
Just after they had left, She came walking by. She wanted to check how I was doing, and She brought me lunch. Right then and there I could have cried. I think that's what kept me going from there.
The rest of the day went to getting the car moved away from the accident-scene, saying goodbye to Her (again), getting myself to work (which is a story all of it's own), coping with the sheer stupidity of it all, and finally going home. To an empty bed.
Damn, I miss Her...