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Garret called me this morning to let me know he was not up to getting his car from the strange parking lot he left it in, and to inform me that he had bit it big time on the ice. He was a little bruised and had a couple of scrapes, but was otherwise okay and would I please come get him? I had to do some research first, but okay, I'd try.
Before I could do any real traveling I needed to fill my gas tank. I pulled into the Chevron station on 160th because it was the only one open. Every parking space on the lot was filled with abandoned cars, and a few others right there on the side of the road. Once my tank was full I carefully made my way toward the exit. It was at this point that the KIRO news van decided to pull out in front of me.
You'd think that in this weather people would be more careful and not pull out in front of others because others just can't stop their cars as quickly on thick sheets of ice, but no. I gently honked my horn (because, christ-on-a-cross, I was right fucking next to him and he would have hit me had he gained ANY momentum) and he starts gesticulating and hollerin' up a storm, like I'M the moron that wasn't looking. Honey, I'm looking, but I make no guarantees I'll be able to stop! Whatever. I got past him and went on my merry way. Ugly-ass mofo in a red hat and poofy green jacket. You're fired.
I-405 was bare and wet, but highly reflective! I was lucky to not be blinded by the sunlight glaring off the road. Not a lot of cars out, either, which was good. I took 85th through Kirkland into Redmond where Garret was waiting for me. This would have been fine if not for the brainiac in the Acura that decided a U-turn on an icy road was the best way to deal with his lack of traction uphill. He was lucky. The sunlight through the trees created enough bare patches on the road to get a grip so nobody hit him. Microsoft parking tag in his window. Dork. You're fired, too.
In downtown Redmond I turned onto 161st and got a snowball on my windshield as I approached 83rd. I figured it was a fluke and didn't have the flexibility to look and see if it had fallen off a tree or something. On the way back I was describing the snowball to Garret when I saw another one come toward us and hit the side of my car -- some shithead was lobbing hardpacked snowballs at cars! I pulled over and the culprit was not to be found. Garret was certain it came from the big apartment/condo building on the corner. I called the police, who responded immediately (wow). While I was describing the event to the officer a "curious" teenager came out, made eye contact with me, then ran back inside when he saw I was talking to police. As we pulled away two patrol cars came out and parked in front of the building as a deterrent. p0wn3d.
The rest of the trip was uneventful aside from a trip to the grocery store for much-needed provisions. We got a bunch of what we needed and then some, although I did manage to pick up something scented when I really really didn't intend to. I'll have to exchange it later this week for the unscented. Some things just don't need to smell like goddamn flowers.
For now, I must figure out if I need to cancel my Thursday appointments. There is more snow coming.
Before I could do any real traveling I needed to fill my gas tank. I pulled into the Chevron station on 160th because it was the only one open. Every parking space on the lot was filled with abandoned cars, and a few others right there on the side of the road. Once my tank was full I carefully made my way toward the exit. It was at this point that the KIRO news van decided to pull out in front of me.
You'd think that in this weather people would be more careful and not pull out in front of others because others just can't stop their cars as quickly on thick sheets of ice, but no. I gently honked my horn (because, christ-on-a-cross, I was right fucking next to him and he would have hit me had he gained ANY momentum) and he starts gesticulating and hollerin' up a storm, like I'M the moron that wasn't looking. Honey, I'm looking, but I make no guarantees I'll be able to stop! Whatever. I got past him and went on my merry way. Ugly-ass mofo in a red hat and poofy green jacket. You're fired.
I-405 was bare and wet, but highly reflective! I was lucky to not be blinded by the sunlight glaring off the road. Not a lot of cars out, either, which was good. I took 85th through Kirkland into Redmond where Garret was waiting for me. This would have been fine if not for the brainiac in the Acura that decided a U-turn on an icy road was the best way to deal with his lack of traction uphill. He was lucky. The sunlight through the trees created enough bare patches on the road to get a grip so nobody hit him. Microsoft parking tag in his window. Dork. You're fired, too.
In downtown Redmond I turned onto 161st and got a snowball on my windshield as I approached 83rd. I figured it was a fluke and didn't have the flexibility to look and see if it had fallen off a tree or something. On the way back I was describing the snowball to Garret when I saw another one come toward us and hit the side of my car -- some shithead was lobbing hardpacked snowballs at cars! I pulled over and the culprit was not to be found. Garret was certain it came from the big apartment/condo building on the corner. I called the police, who responded immediately (wow). While I was describing the event to the officer a "curious" teenager came out, made eye contact with me, then ran back inside when he saw I was talking to police. As we pulled away two patrol cars came out and parked in front of the building as a deterrent. p0wn3d.
The rest of the trip was uneventful aside from a trip to the grocery store for much-needed provisions. We got a bunch of what we needed and then some, although I did manage to pick up something scented when I really really didn't intend to. I'll have to exchange it later this week for the unscented. Some things just don't need to smell like goddamn flowers.
For now, I must figure out if I need to cancel my Thursday appointments. There is more snow coming.
