by Scouser » Mon Dec 10, 2007 4:29 am
People talk about near death experiences, life flashing in front of their eyes, making peace with God etc but its never actually happened to me...until Saturday night after the Bunnymen.
Me and Dave hailed a suicidal taxi driver. My guess he had taken cold and flu stuff with anti depressants (his wife had just left him he was telling me during my hellish ordeal) which I know is a massive interaction (you pick these things up being married to a pharmacist for 15 years).
He was erratic up until we dropped off Dave at his hotel, but after that it was an ordeal pure and simple. He made two stops to try and wake himself up. He was weaving all over the road as he kept nodding off and was hurtling towards a major crossroads when the lights were on red until I screamed "THE LIGHTS ARE ON RED!" and he slammed on, flattening me against the Perspex safety glass between me and him.
Even then I didn't heed the warning signs. I was abit drunk, it was freezing outside and there were no other taxis in sight. I thought - "how bad can it be? I'm only 10 mins from home..." I was about to find out just how bad.
From the traffic light incident to mine its a straight run down a dual carriageway that's pretty quiet that time of night. I kept talking to try and keep him awake (this is how I found out about his wife/ anti depressants / cold / Lemsip etc). After a while I thought "I'm safe to stop talking". Wrong.
Coming over the flyover by mine he fell asleep at the wheel again, I didn't spot it at first. Until we collided with the central reservation, careered across the road out of control and then hit the kerb on the other side and came to a halt. This has jarred the driver awake finally who was in a mad panic and apologising profusely and pleaded with me not to report him.
To be honest I was just feeling lucky to be alive, that junction in the day is really busy. We were very lucky it was deserted otherwise it may have been game over. But even then I didn't get out! It was only 5 mins to my local chippy, though it took him 10 mins as he drove at 20 mph the whole way. Bit late now!
I got out at the chippy. It was 45mins from leaving with Dave. Its a 20 min journey at best, even in heavy traffic.
It wasn't until I sobered up the next day that the full enormity hit me. My wife was going ballistic for not getting out at the first sign of trouble. But being drunk gives you a certain degree of bravado you don't normally feel!
Anyway, I reported him this morning. He's going to kill someone one day!
Mr. Brian, I find that offensive.
Scouser's inability to se others' point of view is rather grating.