Bad Day to Be a Deer
My old commute included a 10 minute drive on a single lane, backwood winding road towards the highway.
It was a 45mph road and always pretty full of cars during rush hour. There was nothing to do except follow the car in front of you until you got to the onramp.
One day some kid in a tricked out honda decided he was better than everyone else. He passed on double yellows on a blind curve, and nearly runs me off the road cutting me off when a car was coming the other direction. I’ll admit, I have a severe case of road rage. I wanted to hurt him.
But I literally said to myself, “karma will get him. Just breathe.” Fast forward 5 minutes, he’s still the car in front of me, and as I get into the turning lane for the highway onramp he goes straight. As I wait for my light to turn green, I watch him floor it and drive maybe 50 feet past the highway.
A 10 pointer buck runs out right in front of him and his car was turned into dust. Im sure the kid was OK, the car didnt flip or anything.
It just rolled lifelessly to the side of the road, covered in deer guts. I’ve never had such a satisfying drive to work.