Right. So the first thing that led to this: My friend Donna is up north at her daughter's wedding. Our mutual friend Mary is taking care of Donna's cats, but Mary went away for the weekend and she asked me if I could stop in to Donna's on Friday and then Monday to do the food, water, litter pans. Of course I said yes, and I went there on my lunch hour on Friday.
The second thing: Eve called to say that she would be in the area (visiting her parents) and would be bringing Evesdottir (who remains the cutest baby on the planet, even after showing me an Really Incredible Amount of Poopy) by the paper afterward. So I decided to take my lunch a little early so that I would be sure to be back when they got there. Otherwise, I would have left for lunch 30 minutes later, and the guy who hit me would have been long gone onto whatever he was doing next.
The third thing: Donna recently moved and her street now ends directly on the main highway, U.S. 41. Normally I would take side streets from her house to a stop light, but it this case I took the most direct path and was going to turn right onto the highway because that was the fastest and easiest way to get my lunch and then head back to work.
Of course I can't see or say what decisions led the man to being at that same spot and deciding to change lanes without looking so that he scraped across my front bumper, but...I don't know. It's just so funny to look and see that if I had made any other decision none of this would have happened. If I had taken longer at Donna's, or less time. If I had done any number of things differently, it would all be different. It's just somehow fascinating to me. Somewhere out there there are alternate universes based off the different choices that I made.
Like I said, probably just me. :)
So here's some Black Widow and some Hawkeye. You're welcome.
|I will put him in my pocket, people. And no one will blame me because how can such cuteness exist?|