Pretend To Write This Down.

So I park on the street in front of my house every day. We live on a nice little side street between two pretty huge streets in Toledo, which means we live in the most convenient area ever, but also that a ton of assholes speed through our street to get from Monroe to Central (the two big ones) or vice versa. There's also a stop sign about 20 feet in front of where I park, so people should be going pretty slow by the time they get anywhere near my car, but probably 30% of the people that drive through either stop slightly and roll through it or ignore the sign altogether. It's frustrating and pretty much leaves me in the constant state of worrying about my car getting hit.

Well today I had to go pick up some food, so I walked out to my car to find my driver's side mirror sitting on the hood of my car. I got fucking swiped by some dick who probably couldn't be bothered to stop for the sign. I walked over to inspect the damage and was very relieved to see that the wires were still attached so I could still adjust it. You know, when it was no longer dangling from the side of my car.

And somehow the mirror itself was still completely intact. There was a chip missing from the outside edge and it was bent a bit, but the damage seemed fairly minimal. And I noticed that about ten feet from my car, the dick's mirror was laying on the pavement. I grabbed it and tossed it in my car, which I moved into the driveway.

We didn't want our food to get cold, so I took my sister's car to go get it. On the way to the restaurant, I actually got myself pretty calmed down about it. I mean really, this was probably the least bad thing that somebody could have done to my car, so I wasn't gonna let it ruin my day.

But then, a couple minutes later, I noticed an American Spaniel running along the road I was on. The speed limit is 40 there, so it's like definitely somewhere you would expect people to always make sure their dog was tied up or inside or in a fence. SOMETHING. But I just knew that this dog was gonna hop in front of me. I slowed down quite a bit and made sure I knew where the dog was at all times. I thought I was gonna get away without it jumping in front of me, but it hopped right on the road. I slammed the brakes and watched in horror as the dog disappeared under the car. I was at a complete stop and didn't feel a thump, but I could see how horrified it looked as I was barreling at it and it didn't know what to do so it braced itself for me. Then finally it popped out and bolted towards the house. I'm so glad the person behind me must have seen the dog too, because they didn't get pissed at me for braking and, most importantly, didn't fucking slam into the back of me.

I was a little shaken but pretty okay considering that is the closest I have ever come to any kind of accident in a vehicle, but when I got to the parking lot of the restaurant I thought I was gonna puke. I was shaking and started crying and I didn't really know why. I texted my sister who told me to stay where I was and calm down before I drove anywhere else. I got the food, spent a good ten minutes calming down, and then headed back home. I wasn't shaking anymore, but I kept randomly crying which I still can't explain. I mean, I didn't actually hit it so I don't know why I was (and still sorta am) upset.

I got home and got some food in me and relaxed a bit, and then started working on my mirror. Classes start up tomorrow so I need it at least temporarily attached so I can get there. So now my mirror is being held on with silicone caulking and duct tape. Ugh. Yes, I am now that guy who has duct tape on their fucking car. Whatever, at least I can see what's behind me to my left now.