Hands over my face,
Pleading for grace
Hurtling down a one-way,
Going the wrong way
Had my heart in my throat,
With no time to gloat
Her first time driving,
And I’d given up smiling
Fear and terror took hold,
My life passed by ten-fold
As I peered through eyes,
Big as saucers, I apologize
Give me another chance,
I beg, doing a little dance
In my seat as I plead,
Please let us succeed
In getting to the other side,
From then on I varified
Which street we were on,
Never again run a marathon
Of shock awe and guilt,
And thereby nearly wilt
With fear and horror,
And never again roar
Down a one-way street,
With me in the hot seat
Ah, here is your comment box. Couldn’t find it before. My favorite one-way driving story was in Israel where no only was I nearly flattened by a small truck racing down a one-way road, but he then got out and YELLED at me for being in his way. A perfect experience š
lmao, now that is funny.
When I worked as a young reporter we had a car with a driver who didnāt know very well the area. Once with me in the car he managed to enter the highway in the opposite direction. Hundreds of cars were rushing towards us and he yelled : āwhat are all these jerks doing going the wrong way?ā
HAHAHAHA I imagine it was a great laugh after the fact, but on that day, Yikes!
I was really scared. We went backwards to find the intersection to take the right exit. Somehow we survived.
Thank god! Totally scary!