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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Saturday, December 03, 2005 Strange people on the road tonight I'm not positive, but I think I almost got snookered into one of those insurance-scam alleged accidents tonight, on the way back from Richmond.As much as I drive, it's a wonder I haven't had more problems. One minor accident--a rear-ender that was someone else's fault, and which caused no damage to me and minimal damage to the Jeep, that's all. Lots of near misses, but you can have those just driving to work every day. Other than those, until tonight, nothing.I was somewhere near the Halifax County/Pittsylvania County line when, in the distance ahead of me, I saw a car parked partly on the shoulder and partly in the right hand lane, with its flashers on. I automatically moved to the left a bit. As I got closer, I could see a human figure in the car's headlights, and thought that perhaps they were changing a tire. So I moved all the way over into the left lane. Just as I came up to the car, a woman leaped out from in front of it, waving her arms as though to flag me down. I slowed down, but there wasn't room to park in front of her car. The shoulder--which was already too narrow for her car to be completely off the road--narrowed down even farther. And after hearing horror stories of people being killed or kidnapped or at the very least having their car stolen, I wasn't about to just pull over and stop anyway. But I did turn around as soon as I came to a cut through the median, and came back to see what was going on, safely on the other side of the highway. As it happened, I was on the phone with Kate, so I told her what was happening, with the idea that if I were snatched from my car and clobbered with something, she could at least call the state police and tell them approximately where I was.I pulled into the median across from where the other car was parked and hollered, "What's the problem?" To my amazement, the woman screeched at me, "You f---ing hit me!"I was so surprised that I don't remember exactly what I said back. Something on the order of "Huh?" Or "What?" Or maybe "Excuuuuse me?" At any rate, she yelled the same thing again, and added, "I know who you are!"This was just a little too bizarre for me. I called to her that I had certainly not hit her, and begged her to excuse me for being concerned enough about her to have come back to see if anything was wrong. And then I drove on and called 911. By the time I got through to the proper county, and had turned around and driven back, the woman and the car were gone. I apologized to the Pittsylvania County 911 operator for having bothered her, and came on home. Strange people out there tonight, and definitely something fishy going on. posted by Liz @ 1:54 AM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. 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I'm not positive, but I think I almost got snookered into one of those insurance-scam alleged accidents tonight, on the way back from Richmond.As much as I drive, it's a wonder I haven't had more problems. One minor accident--a rear-ender that was someone else's fault, and which caused no damage to me and minimal damage to the Jeep, that's all. Lots of near misses, but you can have those just driving to work every day. Other than those, until tonight, nothing.I was somewhere near the Halifax County/Pittsylvania County line when, in the distance ahead of me, I saw a car parked partly on the shoulder and partly in the right hand lane, with its flashers on. I automatically moved to the left a bit. As I got closer, I could see a human figure in the car's headlights, and thought that perhaps they were changing a tire. So I moved all the way over into the left lane. Just as I came up to the car, a woman leaped out from in front of it, waving her arms as though to flag me down. I slowed down, but there wasn't room to park in front of her car. The shoulder--which was already too narrow for her car to be completely off the road--narrowed down even farther. And after hearing horror stories of people being killed or kidnapped or at the very least having their car stolen, I wasn't about to just pull over and stop anyway. But I did turn around as soon as I came to a cut through the median, and came back to see what was going on, safely on the other side of the highway. As it happened, I was on the phone with Kate, so I told her what was happening, with the idea that if I were snatched from my car and clobbered with something, she could at least call the state police and tell them approximately where I was.I pulled into the median across from where the other car was parked and hollered, "What's the problem?" To my amazement, the woman screeched at me, "You f---ing hit me!"I was so surprised that I don't remember exactly what I said back. Something on the order of "Huh?" Or "What?" Or maybe "Excuuuuse me?" At any rate, she yelled the same thing again, and added, "I know who you are!"This was just a little too bizarre for me. I called to her that I had certainly not hit her, and begged her to excuse me for being concerned enough about her to have come back to see if anything was wrong. And then I drove on and called 911. By the time I got through to the proper county, and had turned around and driven back, the woman and the car were gone. I apologized to the Pittsylvania County 911 operator for having bothered her, and came on home. Strange people out there tonight, and definitely something fishy going on.
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"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
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Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
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