i deliver newspapers.
sad, but true.
this degrading job starts at 3:30 am.
i use a metal cart to bring my papers out to my car and load it.
this morning, the cart suddenly knocked me in the leg.
i looked up to see if someone was joking with me, but no one was there.
the cart is heavy enough not to move by itself.
enter overactive imagination.
i pushed the cart back in place and pushed all thoughts of ghosts out of my mind.
this was succesful until the cart hit me again AND the car door kept getting closer to me even though no one was pushing it.
it is dark at that time of the morning.
i was sufficiently in overactive mode by this point.
i stood very still looking all around me, picturing a disgruntled newspaper delivery gal from the past messing with me when i heard this kind of crunching sound in the snow under my car.
full freak-out mode set in.
the car was moving all on its own by this point.
which cars tend to do when someone takes them out of gear and does not put the emergency brake on.
i am a moron.
an imaginative moron though.