It's Official and Other Final Day Musings

We're officially out of the rented house. Nothing left there--well, except for a broken plastic table and some broken plastic chairs that are by the back fence waiting for garbage pickup. I'll probably have to bring them down here since the garbage only picks up "bulky items" on the 2nd and 4th Mondays. Missed it by two days. Ugh.

Still...it's locked up and the keys and garage door openers are turned in. I had to drive all the way to Duncanville to turn them in. The company has an office in Carrollton, but no. They're not always in that office. I had to go to Duncanville. About 30 minutes down, 2 minutes (maybe 3) in the office, and 30 minutes back home. Do I get gas credit on my deposit? Yeah, I thought not.

On the way home, a little red sports car came flying up the road followed by a big Chevy truck. Looked like the truck was following the car. I hung back. No point in getting involved in that, I thought to myself. About a mile up, the sports car decided it needed to take an exit it was about to pass. So he jerked across three lanes of traffic, missed the exit and plowed through the little median area onto the exit ramp. Apparently going through the grass messed him up a little bit because he started to fishtail down the ramp. He overcorrected and barrelled straight across the side road. There was a car coming up, but luckily (blessedly?) they were able to stop in time as idiot-sports-car zoomed across the road, over the curb and into the grass in front of a bank building.

I was still on the freeway, so I didn't stop. They didn't hit anything but the curb, although it looked like he smacked it pretty good. I'd bet with that low sports car, he did quite a bit of damage to his front end, undercarriage and certainly his alignment. Idiot. Can you imagine being the car on the frontage road? Thank goodness he (I'm assuming here) looked at the exit ramp as he was coming up on it. The idiot car passed what seemed like inches in front of the minding-his-own-business car.

I'll likely never know what came of the whole deal. But it took me quite a while to calm down. I could feel goose bumps all over and just this sense of--not really panic, but maybe such relief. It felt like my whole body melted. Thought I would have to pull over for a moment, but it passed. I said, out loud, "Thank you, God!" Many of us were being watched over this afternoon, that's for sure. Tried to call Richard, but he wasn't available.

I"ll say this...if I'd gotten in a wreck all because I had to drive to Duncanville to turn in a set of keys--I'd have been royally ticked. That management company has no idea. But now we're done with them. If we get any deposit money back, it'll be a bonus. I'm not counting on it. I've learned that most renter-owners don't like to give back deposits. So...we're done. For real. I'll wait a few days, then I'm taking the manager's number off my cell phone. That's when you really know it's over. :-)