Nothing to Report

I haven't felt much like blogging lately as it's been insane at work (finally) and I haven't had two seconds to do anything in my off time. I've had several visitors and several social gatherings to attend on my days off. My evenings are taken up by my two part-time jobs as well. It's been a crazy month but tis the season and all that jazz.... I ended up getting a used car so that has helped with my mental health. This past weekend I went up to my mom's to put together a computer hutch that she purchased. I'm the son she never had. This hutch was about 300 lbs and a complete bitch to put together. Once I was done, I ate dinner and decided to go home, although it was snowing outside. Mind you, it's ALWAYS snowing in Wasaga Beach...so I assumed it would stop when I got the Barrie area.

It didn't.

I spent the next 2.5 hours on the highway, with horrible visibility (due to my strange reflective windshield). The roads become increasingly slippery and snow-covered. I did 80 kms an hour alllllll the way home. People were passing me during the whole commute, but I didn't care. At one point, the highway looked really slick....and this idiot passed me on the left in the fast lane. I was in the third lane from the left. Just as he passed me in his Jeep Liberty (going about 130 kms/hr), the back of his Jeep fishtailed and he lost control. He spun across 4 lanes, took out a sign and flew into the ditch.

This all happened about 25 feet in front of me.

My heart was in my throat.

One part of me wanted to help this person, but I knew that if I put on my brakes I would have done the same thing. The other part of me was thinking they were a total idiot and deserved to be in the ditch for being an ass on the road. They could have taken out several cars - but luckily didn't. I didn't even call 911 because I have a pay-as-you-go phone. I'm brutally cheap these days. As I merged onto the 401 from the 404, I was still doing 80 in the slow lane. The roads were better, but still looked wet (and possibly icy) so I was being extra cautious. I'm at the age where I don't even care if people are honking at me, flashing their high beams at me, etc. I'm not going to go any faster than I feel comfortable going. If I succumb to their bullying, and end up in the ditch, I can guarantee that they will just drive past me with no qualms.

So fuck'em. I'll do 80 and they can pass.