My granddaughter called last evening and asked if she could come to church with us today, and then if I would take her grocery shopping afterward. She doesn't have a car, and the grocery store with the best prices is on the other side of town from her apartment.
We finished the shopping, loaded in the groceries, and started home along the busy 4-lane, plus center turning lane, street which passes by most of the grocery stores, plazas and fast food joints in town. I'm not sure why the city allowed that street to over-develop in such a fashion, but that's another story.
The Burger King is on the corner of a dead-end side street which does indeed have a stop sign. As we approached it, a car with a young male driver came tearing out of the side street, did not stop at the stop sign, and did a U-turn through my lane and into the BK parking lot. I slammed on the brakes and pulled a bit to the left, but couldn't go very far in that direction, because there was a lane of traffic on my left. I came to an abrupt halt just missing the offending vehicle whose driver was looking to his right and seemed to be totally oblivious to what he had just done.
Everything in our car shifted. The thought flashing through my mind was that I have only owned this nice new car for a month. My granddaughter, who is a potty-mouth, said, #%*@!!!
Then she said, "You idiot! You made me swear in front of my grandma!"
So much for personal responsibility for one's conduct.
The miss would have been as good as a mile, except that today was a Coffee Hour at church, and the remains of a rhubarb cake with crumb topping were on the back seat. The abrupt stop sent the dish sailing onto the floor. There are now cake crumbs all over the floor of the back seat area. Looks like I will be getting out the vacuum cleaner.
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