Right as I was leaving work tonight my boss tells me traffic on I85 is backed up for miles due to a car accident, so I had to take an alternate route home. So instead of my 8 lane highway that takes me about 20 minutes, I have to go through Greensboro on a 4 lane road that shrinks down to a 2 lane that goes through the country.
Apparently, a WHOLE bunch of other people are doing the same thing I am because it was bumper to bumper from the edge of Greensboro until about half way home. It's at this point I remember a short cut through the country with very little traffic and make a decision I'm going to regret about 10 minutes later.
Driving along, listening to the MLB channel on the XM, I notice up in the distance a doe crossing over the road and running into an open field. Now, I'm the furthest thing from a hunter as you'll find, but I do remember that when you see one deer, there are usually more close by. So I start to slow down and try to keep my eyes peeled for more of them.
I saw it for approximately .1 seconds before it slammed into the side of my car and bounced off to the side. After yelling out a stream of profanities, I make sure the deer is dead (Moment of truth; the thing wasn't moving but I wasn't about to get out and check it's pulse), but this is what my Camry now looks like.
The local Barney Fifes were a TON of help. If you look closely, right under the side mirror, you'll see a dark area that I assumed was blood. Not exactly; as my friendly neighborhood police officer so eloquently said "You really knocked the s**t out of him!".
Thanks buddy; you were TONS of help.
Finally, while waiting for the Highway Patrol to arrive, I couldn't help but think of this 911 call that makes me laugh every time I hear it. I figure you might as well laugh than cry. BTW, language is most definitely NSFW.
On friendship and (more) healing.
11 hours ago