The Angel of the Disaster

It’s been one of those days you can’t prepare for. It started with my foot slipping off the brake while in a drive-thru and nearly colliding with the truck in front of me. You know those days, you have to get food before starting the day and then everything slows to a crawl and breakfast feels like it is going to turn into lunch. At the head of the line was one of those people asked to pull down and their food would be brought out to them. Seriously, how piggy can you get?

After the near collision I got the hell out of there and back on the road. I wasn’t hungry enough to have an accident, hit the interstate and drove a lot of miles until my gas tank was on empty. I didn’t intend for that to happen but every offramp I came to didn’t have a gas station. I finally saw a sign but leaving the interstate I found station was nowhere in sight. I hate that and was finally forced to ask for directions and made it to the station with almost no gas to spare. Everyone feels better with a full tank as opposed to an empty one. I know, “duh,” Obvious Man. Anyway, it was one of those days when I was only one step ahead of the Angel of Disaster. Wherever he is tonight I’ve got a feeling that he’s really pissed, so I haven’t gone back out to give him another chance. See you tomorrow. Goodnight. 😴