rm | (no subject)

Last night after fencing I hung out with Jessica for a bit, and then eventually took a cab home, as it was late and I wanted to get home before Patty needed to go to bed.

Of course, my cab driver is paying no attention at all and starts to speed by my street.

"106th!" I holler at him.

At which point he makes a sharp turn, without looking and we crash into a livery cab. Honestly, I couldn't tell who clipped who -- it happened very fast, and the whole thing made us spin out a bit.

I then had to talk the cab driver through the obvious basics.

"Pull over."

"Stop the meter."

etc.

Such fucking drama. I am totally fine, but a bit of timing in any other direction and I wouldn't be.

Not exactly the "hi, honey, I'm home" moment I was going for.