Friday night: Driving driving driving - BIG GREY ROO SHAPED THINGY BLAM! aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHH. Tiny, calm inner voice: Your brakes have locked. Take foot off, put foot on, pull over to side. Shake lots. Admire cloud of steam.
Doofus says it took no time at all and what I actually said was "Fuck" so all the screaming was in my head.
Drove South late Friday night and hit a big grey 'roo on the Albany highway about 50kms out of Armadale. The 'roo was toast, which was a relief as I have no idea how to administer mercy and was dreading finding it gasping out it's last pain-filled breaths. Had an awful vision of having to sit nearby knowing I was responsible for slow dying agony. That being said carrying it off the road was no fun either.
Have never killed anything before - mosquitoes don't count - it was self defence and I was afraid for my life! *cries like a girl*
Of the eight cars that drove past in the next two hours, six of them stopped and offered assistance. Am feeling very good about the rest of the world right now. The third one even had a mobile telephone with coverage with which I called a tow-truck and we then spent a cosy hour playing Animal, Mineral or Vegetable? and assuring passersby that we were OK. Doofus failed to get "Armadillo" until I was reduced to giving steadily less cryptic clues. Hehe. "Dave" the truck driver was a lovely man who told stories about terrible accidents he had visited all the way home then undercharged me for the tow. Sad to say: 3rd party, fire and theft does not cover furred parties (tee hee), does not cover towing. Backpay covered towing, currently own expensive pile of scrap metal.
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