It was another ten-hour day at work where I left so much work that I felt like I accomplished nothing. The big thing I was looking forward to was picking up Popeye's before heading home. As I left the drive-thru and got back on the road that would lead me to my house, a car was picking up steam behind me. I was going to head into the left turn lane and drive slowly but directly home. But that damn car was also taking a left, so I abruptly moved back on to the main road.
And then ... well, when you're tired and distracted, your mind kind of wanders, you know? My next plan was to take this cloverleaf exit, but by the time I was aware of my surroundings, I was driving past it. Instead of recklessly jerking my car to the right, I would go to my tertiary plan and take the next side street home. Unfortunately, me being in Minnesota, this left turn took me right over a vicious goddamn pothole I did not see coming. And then on the street just before the street that gets me to my house, I ran over another one.
I think my car's OK. After eating my Popeye's (and spacing out, natch), I planned on checking out the underside of my car before getting gas for it, but I just drove to the gas station and back. I forgot to look and make sure there is nothing underneath my car because, again, I spaced out. But I hate, completely hate driving over potholes. I always feel as though my small car will break apart, or more realistically (I guess) my shocks will get worn and/or broken.
And all of that could have been avoided if I had just taken that first left, or paid attention to the cloverleaf right. But is driving over two potholes "punishment" for spacing out? I feel that way, but I don't think that's right, know what I mean? I shouldn't have to pay for my inattention by damaging my car. But it feels as though that, if there are gods above, they're making me pay for not being more aware of my surroundings. No grace for a spacing-out scoundrel like me, huh?
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