Indy

Had an Indiana Jones moment yesterday. I was driving down down Gibson and slowing down to stop at the red light on Boulder Highway. A cement truck turns right onto Gibson from Boulder. Then something falls off the cement truck. I chuckle a bit. Then it dawns on me that I'm now watching an oddly round rock rolling down the road towards me. A big rock. A big round rock.

The brain kicks in... "OH CRAP! PAINTJOB! GOTTA SELL CAR! ACK!"

I slam the brakes, shove the car into reverse, and start screaming backwards down the road (thankfully there's no one behind me). The cement truck passes me. Half a second later I've almost caught up to it - the rock is still rolling down the incline towards me. Eventually the rock starts to slow and I come to a stop, staring at it and wondering what just happened.

Then traffic comes up behind me and and I have to figure out how to get around the rock, since I can't get the car over it. The guy behind me thought I was an idiot until he almost ran into it.