Written by
Vinny "Bond" Marini
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The fog rolled across the highway obscuring the lines down the center and along the edge. White fingers grasped the steering wheel willing it to stay centered in the lane and not to wander. Eyes stared straight ahead trying to make out the next 10 feet of roadway and hoping to not see anything unknown.
Why had you decided to leave this late? What compelled you to think you could make the drive after hearing the weather? Well who listens to the weatherman anyway these days? The only job where you can be wrong more then a weatherman and not be fired is in direct response where a 5% success rate is considered excellent.
