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Sep. 25th, 2002 07:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothThis good weather is going to be the death of me.
See, on the way home from work, I need to turn left off a busy street into the parking lot of may apartment building, while cars approach at reckless speeds over the nearby crest of the hill and try to kill me. Normally, I can see them coming with enough time to decide whether to go or stay, but lately the sun has been hovering right on the top of the hill, making it almost impossible to look, let alone see.
I need Seattle's infamous overcast weather to roll in and save me, before my squinting, blinded glancing misses something large, metallic, and deadly.
Don't let my insurace agent see this.
See, on the way home from work, I need to turn left off a busy street into the parking lot of may apartment building, while cars approach at reckless speeds over the nearby crest of the hill and try to kill me. Normally, I can see them coming with enough time to decide whether to go or stay, but lately the sun has been hovering right on the top of the hill, making it almost impossible to look, let alone see.
I need Seattle's infamous overcast weather to roll in and save me, before my squinting, blinded glancing misses something large, metallic, and deadly.
Don't let my insurace agent see this.
