There are a lot of days when I wonder what EXACTLY goes through other people's heads.
Sometimes it's because I REALLY want to know why they would feel compelled to speak the words that just came out of their mouth. Sometimes it's because it's incredibly interesting to actually think about how the person next to you isn't a computer generated bot and has actual thoughts and emotions that don't revolve around their interactions with you. I mean, obviously, I've always known I'm not the only person on the planet, it's just a bit weird sometimes to sit back and REALLY think about.
But a lot of the time it's because 'Really? You just said that? WHY would you think it was okay to say that out loud? Those are the words that you need to keep in your mouth and not let out. Those are inside thoughts." or similarly "Why would you do that? What part of your brain made you think that was a good idea?"
I found myself in that situation the other night. That situation which makes your brain stutter and think 'what? Did that really just happen? Why did that just happen? What could have been running through their head?"
I still have no idea. At all.
It started with me driving home to the apartment the other night. I was happy, listening to music, completely unaware of what awaited me. I was just happy it wasn't raining and that I as soon as I got home I could put on my pajamas and do absolutely nothing.
Which, really, I did end up doing...it just took me a bit longer to get there than I though.
To explain:
The road I was driving on was not really what I would consider my favorite road ever. There were pot holes and at certain points the road got really small and made you almost absolutely positive that you were going to hit the cars driving on the other side. That's not exactly pleasant driving, but the main thing that I hated was this curve it had. It was like an evil death trap for cars. it was right after you underneath a bridge that made the road VERY narrow, so if there were cars coming from the other direction as you tried to go through, than you had to slow down to about five mph and hope to God that you didn't die.
Magically, I get through the bridge and almost all of the way through the curve just fine. It was what was waiting for me on the other side that caused the problem.
Right as I come out of the curve, right there, in the middle of my lane, was a red suitcase.
The was a ravine on my side and a line of cars on the other side of the road. I wasn't going fast, but there I didn't see it in enough time to stop.
The result? I drive over it.
For those who drive, probably even those who don't, this is not a good idea and you realize this. This will usually result in panic attacks of 'OH God! what did I do? Did it hurt my car? WAIT? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? OH NO THERE'S A GRINDING NOISE! MY CAR IS SCREWED."
It did for me anyway.
I kept driving, only because there was no shoulder for me to pull off into (Like I said, big @$$ ravine) so I had to keep driving until I could pull over.
So there I was, praying that it hadn't done any HORRIBLE damage to my car to where I would die before I could get off the road.
I finally got to the point where I could pull over onto some grass. The person who had apparently been behind me pulled over for a moment.
They very nicely informed me that something underneath my car was creating wonderful little sparks.
Absolutely fan-f#$^%!#$-tastic.
So I thank them, try not to bang my head against my steering wheel and call my mom to tell her she should probably come help me out if she could. Then I got out to check underneath my car to see what is giving the other drivers a fireworks show.
I didn't have a flashlight though and my phone had died as soon as I got off the phone with my mom (thank God it didn't die before though.) and the road lamps were a little too far away to be of any use. So basically all I could see was that something was INDEED hanging down from my car.
My words weren't pleasant after that.
Since I couldn't really do anything (translation: was super scared if I tried anything my car would explode) I got back in my car to wait until my mom got there.
Around then was when someone saw me parked there and pulled over to help me, because he was probably the best person on the face of the planet. AND he had a flashlight so we could actually see what was causing the evil, nasty, noises and sparks.
Okay, so usually it's "well I ran over a big object, it probably f@%#$^ the bottom of my car and now something is dragging.
NOT that the thing that you ran over is now being dragged along by your car.
(if we could all ignore Elysha's pathetic attempt at drawing her car, please...)
Yep, the suitcase had decided that it kind of liked the bottom of my car and wanted to get better acquainted with it. With resulted in the suitcase molesting the bottom of my car.
So the the nice, awesome guy had me pull forward slowly to see if I could detach its molesting presence from my poor car. And thankfully, it worked. My car was free! And didn't appear to have any lasting damage from it's trauma.
But you know how I started this post with how I wonder what goes through people's brains?
Yeah, well..whoever owned this suitcase before it became intimately acquainted with my car...well...their brain is probably a very interesting place.
As a result of it's free ride, the suitcase had probably seen better days. About half of it was shredded beyond any kind of repair which resulted in its contents being strewn onto the ground behind my car.
And this list is what we found: Pruning shears (probably what as causing the pretty fireworks), two gold wire christmas trees(tacky, but not necessarily abnormal), diaper wipe container (Okay, so that could be used for several things, not exactly WEIRD), some kind of stuffed animal that might have resembled a toy cat at one point (so maybe, it was some kids? Or someone who had a kid? But what about the pruning sheers...), a book about how tanks work, artificial flowers (Wait..what?), some kind of wire (seriously?), and last but not least a destroyed porno disc... (Wait...what is going on?)
Okay. Just read that to yourself a few times. Think about the fact that it was all inside the same suitcase. That someone apparently felt the need for all those things to be stowed together...
I'm not sure about you right now, but this about the time where my brain went "WTF? Why...why is this in the same bag? Who would...why is this...I just..I don't understand."
So me and the guy just kind of look at the contents and then at each other and back at the contents. I'm pretty sure he was just as confused as I was.
After my mom got there, things went relatively fine. We called the police station to let them know, because there was good amount of glass from something inside the bag that was littering the road. After they got there my mom and I were able to get out of there rather quickly. My car seemed fine, the policeman was taking care of the debris and waved us on and I could finally go home to change into my pajamas.
But the confusion stayed with me. And I'm still having trouble finding an accurate enough reason for all of those things to be in the bag...in the middle of the road...ever...at all.
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