Yesterday was a wonderful day. It was the first day back from a wonderful vacation. I was feeling happy and light and doing just fine at my new job. They really appreciate me here and it shows.
I got into my car and headed for the preschool and missed my exit onto the interstate. Oh well, no biggie I’ll just turn around and get back on headed the other direction. I picked up Parker with plenty of time to spare and we were headed to the bank with an unexpected paycheck from the week prior to my vacation. Very nice surprise!
We live about 45 minutes away from work so I have to use a series of interstate systems in order to get home and to work every day. The drive is at sometimes a little to much for me to handle but I’m getting use to it and it’s growing on me.
Well, yesterday, the interstate systems failed me miserably. Or, maybe it was just the people who are to preoccupied with whatever’s going on in their cell phones and then have accidents. The on ramp was clogged back to the road and I could see the line of cars on I95 forming a parking lot where the interstate use to be.
I decide to take an alternate rout that would take longer, but not as long as being stuck in traffic on I95.
295 is a beltway that goes around our city and it’s a fairly nice drive as no one really uses it like the main expressways.
Until people start taking it to avoid a traffic back up like I did. It’s still not as bad as 95 though and I’m talking to Parker in the back seat and he’s playing his Leapster (a device that is truly made by the hand of God–Fun and Learning all wrapped up in a green little package).
Then. . .
Then. . .
*cringe*
Then the unthinkable happened. I see blood smeared on the road and before I have a chance to react a car that is driving in the middle lane runs over the already mangled (freshly killed) carcass of a deer and promptly dismembers it and chucks the hind leg directly at me, in the far left lane, under the driver side of the car. Blood actually spattered. Bones were rolled over. I. Still. Have. No. Appetite.
It took about twenty extra minutes to get to a car wash that was functional, and a direct look at blood with some fleshy mass sticking to the car, before the gore was washed off of the car.
Let’s just say that the flavor of the day was tainted after that.
I had a very Macbeth moment where I could not get the smell of blood out of my nose. I then realized when I got home that my hands smelled of blood. I’m not making this up. My husband smelled them. He said they smelled like iron. He was being kind until he said, "do you think that it came through the air system in the car?" I don’t know! But thanks for that appealing thought!
Gah.
I washed my hands three times before the smell came out.
Yes, drinking followed.
