There is something so disconcerting about seeing the whites of someone’s eyes in a car that is hurtling towards you. It was hardly my fault (I think). For one thing I could have sworn she had her left blinker on and she was in the left turning lane. I was more concerned with traffic taking a right turn on the unprotected junction that I was taking a left turn on. She was also hurtling along the road, which people usually do when they are trying to hit the turn on a yellow light and not go straight on a yellow light when there are cars waiting to turn.

Unfortunately she was going straight.

I braked, she swerved. We locked eyes in a rather disconcerted stare. She was actually quite pretty, in a blonde, beachy, Barbie doll way. I’m sure I cut quite the dashing figure too with my mouth wide open and eyes wild with fright.

Thankfully we missed each other by a few inches, both too scared to even horn.

I came back, changed my pants, wished for a stiff drink, thanked the various Hindu, Christian and Muslim gods, threw in a pagan animalistic ceremony for good measure (I tried to sacrifice a virgin but they’re pretty rare these days)…and went in for my next meeting.