Cars...

So I was sitting on the block of Union nearing 1st Ave for about 17 minutes on my way home from work. I couldn't get out of bed in time to make my bus this morning so I drove. And on my way home I decided to swing by the Post Office downtown to drop off 100 invitations to a 30th reunion for work. Well, that was a bad idea. I couldn't even get to the mail drop for the amount of cars on one city block was probably illegal. I managed to get over to the far right lane to head north towards towards Ballard and got stuck. For 17 minutes. On a short city block. And I don't even like to drive to work. I had to go to practice. I needed a nap.

So while sitting there (the only thing keeping me from getting out directing traffic myself was that I saw a police officer walk that way already), I was thinking of cars and for some reason I hearkened back to when I was kid and fell out of a car. Ok. That makes it sound like I was speeding down a highway and fell out and rolled into a ditch or something crazy. It was more like I thought my mom had parked and I opened the door and step out just in time for her to pull away. I fell out. Rolled around. Probably got yelled at for stepping out of the car (out of fear that I could have hurt myself even more.) It was in a parking lot. I fell out of a car. I'm pretty sure we wore seat belts - but maybe not.

It was something to think about. While sitting in a car, inching down one city block for 17 minutes.