Driving through my old neighborhood in Rockford with Jessica. We are on Martin Road overlooking the Water Reclamation district. The hill has become a mountain, covered in snow, and a trendy bar / ski resort resides on the summit. As we are going up the road, I look off the to the left and see the hill fall off sharply.
Just as I turn the wheel to park at the trendy resort, the car hits a patch of ice and the car teeters over the edge. We are completely on the hillside now and no one seems to be concerned but me. I tell Jessica not to move. I want to throw the car in reverse and hopefully pop it back up to the parking lot. As I reach for the gearshift, determination setting my jaw square, I hear a voice yelling to me:
?"Hey! Have you guys ever been here before?"
I try to block it out and throw the car into reverse and floor it. This does nothing except slide us further down the hill. Far below I can see the winding roads leading to the Water Reclamation District. I think of humongous vats of shit, but see only picturesque, winding roads; trucks follow the little lines far off into the snow-falling distance. The scene makes me think of one of the little Christmas ornaments that you shake upside down and then put on the table to watch the snow swirl through a tiny street scene, or over a tiny manger or country home. Again, the man with the yelling:
"I say! Have either of you ever been here before? I believe I am lost," he politely shouts from his shiny Ford Explorer. "I think it would be fun if we all went together, don’t you?"
"CAN’T YOU SEE THAT WE’RE ABOUT FALL OFF THE MOUNTAIN? WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING HELP US YOU SHITHEAD?!?!?!?!"
I can’t keep myself from losing my temper.