Lately, I’ve found myself a little worried about dying in a car crash. I’m not sure why that is, since I’m a good driver. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I have to deal with New Jersey drivers on a daily basis.
On the drive out to Newark Airport (where I’m writing this post), I came across pair of driving omens that can’t possibly be good.
First, on the big hill out of town, there was a dead bear cub on the side of the road. We see plenty of struck deer in this area, but I’d never seen a bear get pasted. (Because of its location, there was no opportunity to swing back and get a photo; sorry.)
Then, shortly after I got onto Rt. 24, I noticed that the SUV-crossover in front of me was living up to its name, crossing over from right lane to shoulder a bit wildly. Since it was also traveling 10 miles under the speed limit, I passed it pretty quickly. And that’s when I noticed that the driver was holding a 10″ teddy bear up to the steering wheel. Don’t get me wrong; she held the paws against the wheel at 10-and-2, but still! (Needless to say, there was no way I was going to slow down and take a picture of that.)
Anyway, I made it into the airport safe and sound, and I’m just hoping there’ll be no bear-omens on the plane.
Other than the bear omens, you have good reason to be worried. On Thursday I was traveling from a large, unnamed pharmaceutical client to the Newark airport. We were stopped at a red light (and had been stopped for about 30 seconds), when someone slammed into us from behind. I have never had that happen before. Ever. Fortunately we were all OK, but it has certainly dimmed my faith in New Jersey drivers.