A Near Hit? No.. near miss... wait - which?

I left the house early this morning, but not before re-entering the house twice for Chap Stick and an iPod. I need both in my pockets at all time. Ever sit at a bus stop with dry lips and nothing to do?

So I finally get on the road and take 54 south for about six minutes. It’s a straight shot.

This the part where a semi carrying three cars blows a tire. A hundred or so feet in front of me, it swerves into my lane. It drifts towards my shoulder, leans to a side, and then cuts quickly as to pass me on my left. The motions from a chaotically responding truck driver seem smooth and complete. It almost seems normal.

A few dozen feet behind me, after its passed, it swings back into my lane. There, it crashes.

Now there is a window of maybe a hundred or so feet and a period of eight seconds where it completely misses me. If I hadn’t gone back for both the Chap Stick and the iPod, or had completely ignored both, would I have been hit?

Actually, that’s not even an important question. I wouldn’t have. I’m a fatalist. I was meant to have the shit scared out of me, not die.

So what was my thought? That one brief moment before where an all encompassing thought fills you to the brim almost as to let your life flash before your eyes?

I thought I still had seasons One and Two of Millenium sitting on the top of my DVD shelf, still wrapped. And I really wanted to watch them.

I don’t think it really expands to some greater concept. It’s not like its some small scale version of a deep seeded need to finish all the things I never completed. It wasn’t me wishing for more time to do a few more things that I want.

Sure, minutes after it I was thinking about having never gotten married, visiting another continent, having kids, going skydiving, and seeing at least one of the great wonders of the world.

But not during. Then? I just wanted to watch seasons One and Two of Millennium. That’s where my priorities were.