So I'm driving back to Oakland from Walnut Creek in my truck and just as I'm passing through Orinda, at the very bottom of the hill on the inside of a corner, there is a car stopped at an angle in my lane (#4.) As I'm doing my best to stop, change lanes, and not hit this car, the door opens. I'm thinking to myself: "They must be crazy or have a death wish to get out of their car in the lane, on the freeway on the inside of a corner. As I was passing them, I realized that the driver of the car (a nurse if the multi-colored pastel clothing says anything) was being pushed out of the car from the passenger side. I did my part by not hitting them, and calling 911, but I have to reflect on it a little. Of course I hope that she's ok, and that whatever was going on to cause the passenger to push her out of the car into a busy freeway got resolved. I just can't imagine how ugly a situation would have to be to make it seem "ok" to push someone out of the car into freeway traffic. It's so much not a part of my world, that I have trouble comprehending it. I'm stunned.
On a brighter note, I was shopping at Ikea yesterday. Some people think of shopping at Ikea as the worst possible thing you could do, but as I'm an avid people watcher, Ikea is an unparalleled experience. (it doesn't hurt that the store was full of college girls buying furniture for their first apartment - that was nice) As I was shopping (not buying furniture, thank you, just another sheet set, a duvet cover, a couple of frames and a plant) somehow I ended up with the wrong cart. I was so engrossed in the people watching, and shopping that it took me at least 15 minutes to notice that none of the things in the cart were things I wanted to buy. I had to walk back a significant way in the "path" of the store to find my cart and drop off the other one somewhere in the neighborhood where I stole it. Fortunately nobody saw me with their cart, though it would have been entertaining trying to explain my mistake. As I was standing in line for a pizza pocket and a hot-dog (another fine part of the true Ikea experience) I was watching Ghostbusters on my iPhone, and chuckling readily. I couldn't tell if the woman behind me in line was annoyed or found me odd. I like to think she was jealous of my good mood.
Cheers,
Duane
