Death visits in a white FedEX truck

I was biking up Michigan about to turn left on 2nd. A FedEX truck was on 2nd about to turn left onto Michigan. I checked behind, I signaled, I waved my arm, I began my turn. So did the FedEX truck. I screamed in a completely terrified, most unbecoming way. The truck was INCHES from hitting me when I ran myself off the road and rolled over into the grass. I popped up like Zoë Bell in "Death Proof" and hollered, "I'm OK!" The driver apologized, asked if I was sure and we went about our routes. I checked the bike over a couple of blocks down before continuing my ride. What else was I going to do? Go back home and shiver the rest of the afternoon in my apartment?

A large, dark shadow flew over me later and I looked up to see a vulture. I yelled up, "Yeah, OK, I get it!" The rest of the ride went without incident, but I couldn't enjoy it as much thinking about death the whole time. Death may seem a welcome break from the hassles of the day-to-day, but really I don't want to die. I am still terrified, and am feeling the "fight or flight" buzz. There is not a scratch on my body, but my spirit is shaky. I didn't take any out-of-the-ordinary risks. I did everything like I am supposed to.

Next time it has to be there overnight, just send it from the Post Office!