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Well, Geez
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Left school last night and was plunged into nothing but police lights and barriers. Just found out why. Rocky River Road is the next road up from the tiny campus entrance. Tragic. When they say "several" cars, they mean "a lot".
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Very sad
 
I feel bad for the drivers. Imagine how they must feel.
Christian apologetics is the art of rolling a dog turd in sugar and selling it as a donut.
I do too, actually, DT. Something I hate about NC is that drivers down here have horrible reaction times, or they're "brake happy" and there's no good middle ground with them. It's likely everyone involved panicked and made an already awful situation 100 times worse.
Forgive me, but I don't pity pedestrians who get hit by cars unless the driver is intoxicated. Where I come from its the cars who have the right of way, and pedestrians have to wait for a break in the traffic.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
dont you ever make a mistake or daydream?
(November 2, 2011 at 6:23 pm)5thHorseman Wrote: dont you ever make a mistake or daydream? My only mistake when crossing roads is letting Ash lead. She crosses in front of traffic all the damn time, terrifying the living fuck out of me. When I 'daydream' while walking in a city: I am fucking terrified and paranoid and careful as all hell. I also cross the street as fast as I can (sprinting). Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
I can just imagine Vaeolet running really fast across a street. It makes me smile.
(November 2, 2011 at 9:00 pm)SophiaGrace Wrote: I can just imagine Vaeolet running really fast across a street. It makes me smile. You'd be amused at how I stop the sprint too. I don't skid: I stutter my steps until I'm moving at my previous pace. It looks a bit like tapdancing, I move so fast. I think my usual time is 3 seconds from takeoff to cross two lanes, and it picks up on the other side. Stopping is hard. But I'm a dancer, so it comes naturally. I swear I haven't kicked anyone in the shins while stutter-stopping a sprint. Except the old lady with the purple bag. But who cares about collateral anyway. That cat pissed me off. It deserved to be kicked under that semi. It was orange. I suppose now your question is this: Was it the cat... or the semi? It was the goat. Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
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