I almost killed MRS GUZ. At least, thats what her license plate said.
I'm heading back to the office with my lunch (hot dogs, no bacon) on a 35 mph road. I'm doing 36-38, keeping up with traffic, and minding my own business.
As I'm coming up to a cross street with stop signs for crossing traffic, I notice a woman sitting on the right cross street, waiting to turn into traffic. Yakking on her cell phone.
Suddenly, as I'm about 40' from the intersection, she turns out in front of me.
I lean on my horn and stand on the brakes - swerving was not an option, the car to my left would've been upset.
Its a damn good thing I was in my personal vehicle ('96 Explorer) and not in my work truck ('93 Chevy 1500 pickup with utility cap) because MY antilock brakes saved her life. If I had glanced down at my speedometer, or changed the radio station, she'd be dead. I'da hit her little car right in the driver side door.
What does she do?
Hearing my horn, she STOPS in the middle of the road. I screech to a halt about 2' from her door.
Still on the phone, she proceeds to shoot me an 'eat ---- and die' look, and go merrily on her way.
So now, I'm the one sitting here twitching and trying to clean the root beer out of my pants where the cup in the cup holder hit my leg.
Makes me wanna scream. Wheres a cop when you need one.