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I generally consider myself to be a very good driver. I blame it on my irritating ability to pay attention to everything at once. At least it irritates Zoli, he can never win a where-was-it-last war because I automatically catalog the placement of all things upon every re-entry. And I'm the same with driving, I don't actually have to pay attention because my craziness has been operating separately for a long time.

Except for this one time. When I managed the restaurant. My parking space was 6 blocks away, it was dusk and I had been at work since 5:30 that morning. I was fried. I picked up my car, pulled out of the parking lot, stopped at the signal, looked to the left and proceeded to make a right turn against the light. All of a sudden he appeared as if from nowhere and I slammed on my brakes.

him: What the fuck, you almost hit me!

me: Um, I know, sorry it's just that...

him: What? Why the fuck would you try to hit me? Can't you see?

me: (giving up on the niceness) DUDE! It is dusk and you're wearing CAMOUFLAGE.