RTA
I've been feeling somewhat unsettled all day. It doesn't take much to upset my equilibrium, any life-threatening experience will do it.
Last night I had the misfortune to be involved in an RTA. For those of you who aren't glued to 'The Bill' every Saturday night perhaps I should explain that RTA is UK copspeak for road traffic accident.
As I am here to tell the tale you can guess that I escaped unscathed. Not so the vehicle which will shortly be taking a tour of the western suburbs workshops. Lucky for me, it wasn't my car and I wasn't driving but an unnerving experience nevertheless.
For the last ten weeks I've been teaching an evening class twice a week and sometimes getting a lift home with a colleague who lives round the corner. Last night as we drove through the city we met a car coming the other way that had decided to turn right from the centre lane without pausing to see if anyone else had right of way. YES! ME! YOU IDIOT! I HAVE A GREEN LIGHT AND I DON'T EXPECT TO FIND ANY OTHER CAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JUNCTION! Well, that would be the general gist of my thoughts at the time but at the moment of collision it was nicely condensed to a mere four letters.
The headlights were smashed and as my door wouldn't open I had to climb out over the driver's seat but no one in either vehicle was injured. The other driver claimed to have had a green light and I imagine she did for going straight ahead in the centre lane but I think it unlikely that she had a green filter arrow for turning right. Who can say? With no other witnesses it will be for the insurance companies to argue over.
Such an event makes you think about what you'd regret not having done if you were prematurely terminated. My response was fairly predictable: hang the diet - I went out for a very large chocolate ice-cream.
Last night I had the misfortune to be involved in an RTA. For those of you who aren't glued to 'The Bill' every Saturday night perhaps I should explain that RTA is UK copspeak for road traffic accident.
As I am here to tell the tale you can guess that I escaped unscathed. Not so the vehicle which will shortly be taking a tour of the western suburbs workshops. Lucky for me, it wasn't my car and I wasn't driving but an unnerving experience nevertheless.
For the last ten weeks I've been teaching an evening class twice a week and sometimes getting a lift home with a colleague who lives round the corner. Last night as we drove through the city we met a car coming the other way that had decided to turn right from the centre lane without pausing to see if anyone else had right of way. YES! ME! YOU IDIOT! I HAVE A GREEN LIGHT AND I DON'T EXPECT TO FIND ANY OTHER CAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JUNCTION! Well, that would be the general gist of my thoughts at the time but at the moment of collision it was nicely condensed to a mere four letters.
The headlights were smashed and as my door wouldn't open I had to climb out over the driver's seat but no one in either vehicle was injured. The other driver claimed to have had a green light and I imagine she did for going straight ahead in the centre lane but I think it unlikely that she had a green filter arrow for turning right. Who can say? With no other witnesses it will be for the insurance companies to argue over.
Such an event makes you think about what you'd regret not having done if you were prematurely terminated. My response was fairly predictable: hang the diet - I went out for a very large chocolate ice-cream.
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posted by Kay @ 5:23 PM
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