Five Seconds of Adventure

So we decide, in spite of the loud protestation of our children, to head to Costco so the youngest kiddo can have milk and that we can all enjoy the luxury of knowing we won't run out of toilet paper tonight.

Most of the way to Costco we drive a highway where the north and south bound lanes are separated by a very wide island and there are also a couple of traffic lights to accommodate east-west streets (think: highway, not freeway like California).

We were stopped at one of these lights, us on north Mopac and the cross street was Slaughter. All of a sudden, someone heading east on Slaughter turns in our direction. As in, if she didn't tighten her turn, she would have hit us head on. She was going kind of slowly which is why she managed to make it onto the island and only scrape some of her paint on our bumper. I doubt she was drunk: if she were, she would not have been so calculating in the way she turned her car to avoid hitting us (much). More likely, she would have had some surprise show on her face but there was none of that. She looked upset, but not teary or lit.

Unfortunately, after she made the turn she sped up and her license plate was indiscernible to hubby who was driving (the truck bed hid the back of her vehicle from my view). The person to our right caught on to what happened and I asked her if she was calling 911 since we didn't have a phone. She did and made sure we were ok since the dispatcher was asking. Hopefully, the woman who was now driving the wrong way on the highway wasn't going to hurt anyone.

On our way home we noticed a patrol officer going south on Mopac. I wonder if they were still looking for her.