Nearing the intersection of my building, I notice an old hooded Asian woman currently in the process of crossing the street. I stop a good 20+ feet before, and give her a slight wave to signify her continuance. She turns, smiles, and starts walking towards MY ****** CAR. Quite confused and suddenly aware of my own mortality, I drive around her, make the turn, eventually speeding into my driveway. Lunch grabbed, I dash-hop onto the porch, stumbling my keys into the lock more awkwardly and unsatisfying than an AV nerd attempting to nail his first prostitute. For a moment, I consider turning my head to see if she had followed, but the fear of her appearing like a hellish apparition inches from my face suppressed any such thought.
Edited by Kirosia - 5/8/12 at 9:08am