Quote: Originally Posted by lone wolf
They just magically appear don't they? Then ... the lights go out, the hood comes up and you hope whatever you're gonna hit next is nice and soft. Empathies.... Here's the bright side. You're now a Canuck!
A couple of months ago I was driving through Burnside here in the HRM with a friend, and just shootin the shat as usual, when I point out and let my friend know who was driving, that there was a deer on the side of the road looking like he's about to cross. He didn't even see it, but it didn't budge as we passed it.
But of course there was an 18-wheeler behind us and I swear those damn things just get bored and like to play chicken, cuz he didn't bother to cross and chance the little car....
.... oh no... he wanted to challenge the 18-wheeler, and boom off he went accross the highway barely missing the 18-wheeler as the guy slammed on his breaks. Of course I had a good chuckle, but I really don't get those deer.
Like, they can stand out between the woods and the highway, stand there for hours, do their little thing..... not a damn car will go by for minutes, giving them all kinds of opportunity to cross if they needed to..... but they never cross unless a vehicle is coming and they must figure "Hey, let's see if I can get a face lift"
and then bolt accross within a fraction of a second of hitting you..... or perhaps actually hitting you.
What's with that? Are they depressed or something?