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Picklebobble2 · 56-60, M
I wasn't driving at the time and had used public transport to get from home 200+ miles away for a job interview.
Made the interview ok on time but the return journey was delayed by a couple of hours due either to roadworks or train problems and so missed the last bus home from the station.
That meant a 15 mile walk !
Now I live out in the country. That means few main roads few street lights and fewer still footpaths !
Lots of back roads and country lanes with tight bends.
True. An absence of traffic but if a vehicle DID come from the opposite direction, chances are they wouldn't have seen or even thought to look out for a pedestrian since why would a pedestrian be walking these places in the approaching dark ? I mean. Nobody's that stupid right ?
So off I trek. Mile after mile. Having occasionally to move into hedges to avoid the occasional vehicle driving at speed.
Must have done 8 maybe 9 miles and it's getting dark and the mist is coming up.....horror movie territory !!
[b]Missing man. Body found three weeks later in ditch ![/b] Kinda thing.
When I can hear behind me an approaching engine.
Way off in the distance. But I can hear it approaching.
(Images of the Stephen King story 'Christine' flash through my mind)
And this engine noise gets louder and louder and I'm looking out for signs of headlight beams so I know when to move into the hedge and this mist is thickening to a fog !
So I figure i'll have to jump into this ditch if he comes close at speed !
Suddenly the headlight beams are visible and I keep walking until I can hear the engine close behind me....and at the last second I jump into the ditch next to me as he speeds past !
And I'm laying there thinking....Maybe I should just stay here until light !
But it's too cold. Too damp. And in truth,I'm pissed !
Pissed at the whole day !
Pissed that travelling so short a distance should take all day !
Pissed at the idiots on this road ! And more than anything else pissed that I didn't bite the bullet and spend £20 and got a cab back from the station !
So now I'm motivated ! Right ?
I start walking fast ! And I'm aware that the road is straightening out !
And I'm aware there's a car stopped...in the road....on this dark country lane.....with me approaching.....
[b]Missing man didn't have the sense to stay dead in ditch and is found someplace worse ![/b]
Heart races. Fists clenched just in case the drivers a psycho....weird shit that goes through your head when you're scared kinda thing.
And as I'm about to walk past the car this guy jumps out crying !
"Im so sorry ! I thought I'd killed you !!"
...kay...wasn't expecting that !
Eventually he calms down and we get chatting and he can see I've been through the wars today.
Cuts and bruises tears in my suit pure mud where my shoes used to be etc.
But he says he'll take me to the hospital which is on the way and get me home afterwards.
Which to his credit he did.
It was lovely sitting in this rickety old car with its heat and it's seat and it's company.
Turns out that he was dating a girl from the village I just passed and he was on his way home when we 'met'.
Made the interview ok on time but the return journey was delayed by a couple of hours due either to roadworks or train problems and so missed the last bus home from the station.
That meant a 15 mile walk !
Now I live out in the country. That means few main roads few street lights and fewer still footpaths !
Lots of back roads and country lanes with tight bends.
True. An absence of traffic but if a vehicle DID come from the opposite direction, chances are they wouldn't have seen or even thought to look out for a pedestrian since why would a pedestrian be walking these places in the approaching dark ? I mean. Nobody's that stupid right ?
So off I trek. Mile after mile. Having occasionally to move into hedges to avoid the occasional vehicle driving at speed.
Must have done 8 maybe 9 miles and it's getting dark and the mist is coming up.....horror movie territory !!
[b]Missing man. Body found three weeks later in ditch ![/b] Kinda thing.
When I can hear behind me an approaching engine.
Way off in the distance. But I can hear it approaching.
(Images of the Stephen King story 'Christine' flash through my mind)
And this engine noise gets louder and louder and I'm looking out for signs of headlight beams so I know when to move into the hedge and this mist is thickening to a fog !
So I figure i'll have to jump into this ditch if he comes close at speed !
Suddenly the headlight beams are visible and I keep walking until I can hear the engine close behind me....and at the last second I jump into the ditch next to me as he speeds past !
And I'm laying there thinking....Maybe I should just stay here until light !
But it's too cold. Too damp. And in truth,I'm pissed !
Pissed at the whole day !
Pissed that travelling so short a distance should take all day !
Pissed at the idiots on this road ! And more than anything else pissed that I didn't bite the bullet and spend £20 and got a cab back from the station !
So now I'm motivated ! Right ?
I start walking fast ! And I'm aware that the road is straightening out !
And I'm aware there's a car stopped...in the road....on this dark country lane.....with me approaching.....
[b]Missing man didn't have the sense to stay dead in ditch and is found someplace worse ![/b]
Heart races. Fists clenched just in case the drivers a psycho....weird shit that goes through your head when you're scared kinda thing.
And as I'm about to walk past the car this guy jumps out crying !
"Im so sorry ! I thought I'd killed you !!"
...kay...wasn't expecting that !
Eventually he calms down and we get chatting and he can see I've been through the wars today.
Cuts and bruises tears in my suit pure mud where my shoes used to be etc.
But he says he'll take me to the hospital which is on the way and get me home afterwards.
Which to his credit he did.
It was lovely sitting in this rickety old car with its heat and it's seat and it's company.
Turns out that he was dating a girl from the village I just passed and he was on his way home when we 'met'.