Double double and check the oil
As I drove home from dropping off a friend at the airport this morning, an oncoming car in the opposite lane swerved into my lane for a few seconds before pulling back in to the line of cars. Maybe it was a mistake, a distracted driver. Or maybe the driver was entertaining the fantasy we all have at one time or another, of crossing the line and steering our lives into annihilation and escape.
Later, on another stretch of road, I passed police and firefighters clustered around a head-on collision in the centre lane.
I pulled into the drive-through lane of a coffee shop, but I didn’t know what I wanted.