I'm going to start with the second one, which I think was on Wednesday morning. I was minding my business, just driving down my street. I see to my right a car back down its driveway. I'm always dreading that the driver doesn't see me, but he or she does, and he or she stops so I can drive. This one, however, I wasn't so sure, because the driver drove down fast, like fast enough that he or she wouldn't be able to stop on time. So, instinctively, I swerved to the left in case the driver really wanted to get out onto the street without making sure the coast was clear. I think he or she stopped, but no matter, I was out of that person's way and still driving to work.
Exact same thing happened the morning before, on Tuesday. It was a different driver, however. One closer to my house. In fact, I know her, or at least I know the person who is married to her: It's either my sister's best friend or her wife. I've never, ever seen either of them tear ass down the driveway, which is almost kitty-corner from our house. But I was just moseying on down and I see their truck busting down their driveway, and so I really, really swerved to make sure I got of her way. I can let this go, but this is still very uncharacteristic of either of them.
So I did this twice, on my street, on back-to-back work mornings. Hasn't happened since, and I hope that doesn't happen for a long, long, long time.
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