It's not often that I see another Spridget driving to work (I wouldn't
expect to see too many driving 15 minutes across Hollywood, but I almost
always see a Fiat or an Alfa...). But this morning, not only did I see two
Midgets, not only were they both late 70s rubber-bumper Midgets like mine,
but the second almost collided with me.
Here's the story:
I noticed a gap in the middle of the steady stream of traffic on the
opposite side of the street. As I got closer, it became apparent that there
was something rarer than a gap in traffic: an actual car--not an SUV, not a
minivan, not a truck, but a car--in fact, a Midget. Painted... I guess
you'd call it Miata blue (darker than the light blue Midget I saw five
minutes earlier, and pretty close to the color of my dad's stock Miata).
I waved to the driver, she waved back to me. The SUV in front of her
slammed on the brakes, and she was still apparently in shock at seeing
another person driving something smaller than a house and therefore failed
to notice. I honked, she slammed on her brakes, her car skidded across the
center of the road, I hit my brake and pulled over to the right, and her
bumper came to rest about an inch from my door (and therefore two inches
from my ribs).
Well, it all turned out ok. No damage to either car, and I even still got
to work on time, but I thought someone here might appreciate the story.
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