I Live in a Country.

Did you know I live in Wyoming? Cause I do, as of 7 days ago. So far, so good. Although without a job I'm beginning to get pretty bored these days. With all that boredness and things not to do, I thought I would go to Walmart my second day here and be a good wife and stuff. I went there with the intention of getting food, cleaning supplies, utensils, and all that grown-up stuff. Except that I was on the phone with my sister telling her all sorts of being married stories and about the best and weirdest gifts we received and forgot why I was really there and left the store with only a candy bar and dishwashing soap. My subconscious prioritizes.

I got in my car and decided that I would make Taylor come back with me later that night to purchase things that we actually needed, like toothpaste.

I drove out of the parking lot still talking to my sister and began on my merry way. That's when it happened. Out of the blue and out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a deer bolting across the road. I screamed in a way that made my sister think that someone was killing me, which was practically true! Then I started thinking logically, slammed on my breaks and swerved out of the way. Except it wasn't really out of the way because the deer still hit my car....or I hit the deer. You decide. I didn't know what to do, so I sat there breathing real creepily into the phone, and then told my sister that I thought I should get off the phone or something. Because what are you supposed to do when you hit a deer?

My brain wasn't really working yet, so I got out of the car without pulling off to the side of the road, then I looked for the deer and cars drove past me staring at me like I was a crazy person. I didn't see a deer so I just got in my car and drove home. And then I couldn't stop laughing the whole way home because I had just hit a deer. On my second day here. Welcome to Wyoming.

And then I realized that my driver's side mirror was broken and there was gross deer hair all over my door and stuck in my door handle. I guess it could have been worse.


Comments

  1. I wish I could relate, but I really, really can't.

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  2. Hahaha. Poor deer. Funny story.

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