This morning, I flew all the way to the bottom of Florida and was hit by a damn car. I don't mean another car crashed into my rental car, I mean another car crashed into my ass. I was walking in the rental car lot, and got clipped by someone who probably shouldn't have been driving in the first place.

Here's what happened: I'm walking along between the stripes in the rental car lot, and the next thing I know is I've bounced off a windshield and rolled off a hood. I'm OK, but it scared the bejus outta me. This was only a 3 - 5 mph incident, but it could have been much worse.

With all the noise from planes taking off and landing, and all the people and traffic, you just cannot isolate the sound of one car. All these simultaneous sounds confuse the senses. Plus, this woman was way out of line (as in – driving in the pedestrian stripes).

Oh well, could’ve had a V-8.

There is more below.

I had one of those "point A to point B to point C flights. From point A to point B, I felt something (a vibration maybe) that just didn't seem right. I was thinking, "there is something wrong with this plane", but we landed safely. Now this point A to point B plane was supposed to continue on to point C, but after we landed an announcement was made for all passengers continuing on to point C to disembark with your luggage. This plane would not be used for the point B to point C leg.

Wierd? I fly often and I'm glad point A to point B was only a 20 minute flight.