Yesterday on the way to work I took my usual route which includes one of the few roads in Seattle that keeps a SNOW CLOSURE sign handy on the sidewalk at all times, no matter the season. Normally this wouldn't matter but yesterday the low was 18 and the high was 32. Had I been thinking I would have chosen another road. There's ice on everywhere and I choose to take the steepest street. Smart! All I can say is this is how I function in the morning before breakfast, on auto-pilot.
Can you see where this is going? Don't get ahead of me. I made it up the hill fine. Then I went over the other side, and along with the car in front and the car behind me, I lost complete control on the ice covered hilly street. Everything started moving in slow motion. Slow sliding motion. I'm not sure at exactly which point what I was doing changed from driving to sledding but I ended up doing a 180 90 degree turn, landing perpendicular to the direction I was previously facing. With no dents. With no other cars near me or me near them.
I sat there in shock for a good minute before I realized I couldn't stay like that all day. Although that's exactly what I wanted to do. Actually, what I wanted to do was get out, ditch the car, run home and never go back. But it knew I better suck it up and attempt to right the car. So I did that , successfully to my surprise, and then I inched the rest of the way down the slope without incident.
Thank you guardian angel. But next time maybe you should just have someone plow into me right before I'm about to ascend the Mountain of Moron?
And in other news, Merry Christmas from The Sea Navy!