Me and cities don't get along too well. I'm a rural person at heart, and I never feel comfortable in urban environments. I've walked through many downtowns (Los Angeles, Seattle, Portland, Denver, San Francisco) and I only ever see three types of people: Businessmen, bums, and people up to no good.
So, when my wife said she wanted to go into downtown Spokane for some "big city" shopping, my first reaction was to recoil in horror. But it's important to please the breadwinner, so we headed off across the border this morning. Not ten minutes after leaving the freeway, we're sitting at a red light when we get plowed into by an out-of-control pick-up truck. Us and three other cars all got sideswiped and crunched.
First of all, I'm just thankful nobody was hurt. My daughter didn't even notice we'd been hit. But being thankful didn't stop me from being completely annoyed at the inconvenience of the situation. 90 minutes spent waiting for the police to gather information and finish their report. The morning shot. The shopping spoiled. The big city... well, I hate you even more now.
There were a couple of things that I laughed about later, though: The truck driver's license plate frame read "Get In, Sit Down, Shut Up & Hang On." And what was playing on our CD player when we were hit? James Horner's "Titanic" soundtrack. That disc is not allowed in the car anymore.