I started driving to the Immigration and within the first 3 minutes almost crashed the car twice. Totally my fault both times.
Yes, I’ve only been driving for 3 years, but this shit doesn’t happen to me, folks. I’ve been a very careful driver, drove to St Louis and back when I was pregnant many times and never had any trouble other than the time when a student brushed against me in the parking lot (and I was found to be blameless in that case.) But today it’s like I’m possessed by the spirit of a lousy driver.
The first time, I got into a wrong lane in a narrow residential road and when a fellow in a pickup truck appeared, I accelerated into him and only managed to brake a hair’s breadth before crashing into him. The fellow was super nice (I tend to have that effect on fellows.) He got out of the truck and was all, “Are you OK? Can I help you? Is there anything I can do? Are you sure you’ll be fine?”
After he left, I parked, got out of the car, took a breather, calmed down, got back in the car and. . . almost crashed into a van. The fellow driving it was also super nice but I realized I shouldn’t be driving if I don’t want to arrive at Immigration in a body bag.
So I called Uber and now yet another super nice fellow is taking me there.
N got Klara up and took her to daycare today to let me sleep, so I’m supposed to be well-rested. But clearly, I’m not.