It’s honestly not that I’m a bad driver, it’s just that I’m an anxiety-ridden driver. It really gets the best of me every time. Furthermore, I don’t need to drive anymore. I live in New York City so I don’t need to.
Anyway, I’m home this week and was reminded why I should remain a non-driver for life.
While driving the 35-minute trip from one friend’s house to another, I kept thinking that my lights were off, but I couldn’t tell… don’t ask, but in my defense, it’s hard to tell when you’re on a highway.
While driving on 476, this one car kept flashing its high beams at me, which for some reason, I thought was a gang sign. I feel like I read at one point that that’s how gangs single to someone that they’re about to get shot in a drive by. So I very quickly get off at the next exit and the loop back onto 476 South.
It was literally not until I arrived at my destination (after 45 minutes thanks to my detour) that I realized there were no lights at all shining on the car in front of me in the driveway.
So… yeah. That was my night.