Superstitious?

(Yes, the events detailed in this post happened four days ago. I spent all weekend at home with no wireless internet and a hormonal office computer. Gimme a break.)

So in case you didn't know (what are you, stupid?) last Friday was, in fact, Friday the 13th. And since my brother's play was last weekend, I decided I wanted to go home and see him (the play was awesome, for the record, but sadly that's not the point of this post.)

Since I don't have a car here (glares once again at parents :D) Dad picked me up on his way home, and we went to McDonalds to eat dinner, since I hadn't eaten yet.

Friday the 13th Irritation #1: Stupid McDonald's workers messing up orders. (Seriously. When someone asks for a burger PLAIN it usually means WITHOUT pickles, ketchup, mustard, onions, and whatever the hell else they slather on there.)

Then we got out onto the bypass and realized that there was a wreck somewhere WAAAAAY down the road, and traffic was backed up for miles.

Friday the 13th Irritation #2: Taking 45 minutes to get out of town when it should take two. (Is it really that hard to get a cop out there to direct traffic? I mean, really.)

But eventually we made it out of town, and jammed to my random taste in music, which included the Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Linkin Park, Skillet, et cetera. We were about two hours down the road, taking a shortcut around Cincinnati, when all of a sudden we see a buck (of the deer variety, sadly, and not the cash type) standing in the other lane.

Friday the 13th Irritation #3: Animals too stupid to realize they're fine where they are and insist on jumping IN FRONT OF your car.

I am NOT KIDDING. People say 'I didn't hit a deer, the deer hit me'. They mean it. This buck jumped INTO our lane. Dad slammed on the brakes, I screamed like a little girl, and Bambi landed on our hood, rolled over it, somehow dented the column connecting the windshield and the passenger side window, and yet managed to not snap off the rearview mirror. Then he proceeded to run off into the woods. All that and we're still not sure he died. SIGH.

So we pulled off at a conveniently located BP, talked to a cop, and examined the damage - the hood is all crumpled in, and it's leaking something - I don't actually know what, but it can't be that important since we made it home without further incident.

I make fun of Caitie all the time for being superstitious, but now I'm starting to think she's on to something. (Don't tell her I said that. :D)