Final Destination.
1130 pm Monday.
NYC.
FDR South.
40 Mph.
Accelerator gets stuck.
I have a panic attack. Pedal is stuck on the floor. I continue accelerating and weaving through traffic at increasing speed. For about 10 blocks I tried pumping the accelerator but the throttle was stuck and the car kept accelerating. My life flashes before my eyes. I cold shifted it to neutral and disengaged the transmission...and as I kept weaving the car started slowing down with both of my feet on the brakes....took the UN exit on 49th street and pulled my handbrake as well.... car finally came screaming to a halt. I step out of the car shaking... so relieved to find myself back on the planet with all these wonderful human beings...the door man of the building runs up to me....Im thinking (as my adrenaline level drops) he will ask if Im okay and if I need anything considering the near death experience I had.
He walks up and his russian accent yells "YOU CAN'T PARK HERE!".
Welcome back. It sucks down here.
posted by C.M. Nabeel Sami @ 12:21 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Nabeeeeel. That was a harrowing account. But thanks for the happy ending :)
what a harrowing experience! but imagine the embarassment you'd have caused us and the scrutiny you'd have to go through if... thank god for that...
as I was reading it, I could almost feel your fear... thank god nothing happened and you're safe & sound... even though it sucks down here, it's nice to have you amongst us... :)
Switch to public transportation :-)
Wow! Life on the fast lane! But all's well that ends well. So now that you are staying alive, are you like a changed man or something? Going forward, I would highly recommend a fancy mullet.
Thanks for the good wishes. The only epiphany Ive had is to stay off the fdr. Does this mean I already know it all or that Im so pathetic that Im not receptive to any improvement?
answer to your question...you're too pathetic!
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