lolabobs | Mar. 16th, 2008

Before I started this job I never drove anywhere. I stuck to town (ie well lit) and was too scared to drive anywhere outside of my immediate comfort zone. On the first day of my job I had to drive to Cambridge and within a week I had to drive to Bedford. The journey back from Bedford started at 3pm on a sunny day, by 5pm however it was properly dark and I ended up really really struggling to see. (It's all single lane, unlit A roads round here) By the time 6 o'clock came along I was practically in tears 'cos I simply couldn't see the road and didn't know what to do. I was getting slower and slower and was seriously contemplating pulling over and sleeping till day time because I knew I wasn't safe. "How" I wondered in my woe and panic "did people drive in the dark if it's this hard to see?" I had my headlights on, and they were on full beam and still the road was a shadowy, impenetrable mystery. It was only when I started feeling around to find my phone that my hand fell on my glasses case and I realised that yes, I did indeed still have my sunglasses on...

I related this tale at the meal tonight (It followed on naturally from "tell us about the time you drove for 5 and a half hours trying to find Paula's wedding"). Three people from the group all said how they would never have told the story, that they would rather keep such a thing secret.
To me it's a funny story. It's natural to tell stories against yourself isn't it?