The Saving Grace of Cemeteries

Pythons, crocodiles, jellyfish, venomous snakes, sun bears, tree falls, religious extremists, and angry logger are just a few of the hazard in my life; however, the most dangerous part of my job is actually walking on the street in front of my townhouse.   I have said this to many people and they just laugh at me, but last night, I proved that this is in fact true.  I was taking my causal stroll back home from my boat last night, when all of a sudden I saw two sets of headlights coming quickly toward me.  As I know my road is not wide enough for two sets of cars, and I am currently walking on said road, I know I am in trouble.  The bus starts honking at me as it is heading straight towards me.  I thought some words that aren’t appropriate for this blog, and jumped off the road, but rather than just going into someone’s yard, there was a fence that was impeding my escape from being flattened by the bus.  I had just enough time to half climb up the fence, and held on for dear life as I felt the gush of wind created by the bus as it flew past me.  After the bus passed me, I jumped off the fence that I had climbed, and realized that I had tried to scale the fence into the cemetery.  So it was the cemetery that saved me from my near death experience with the bus… and in a week when I saw many men totting rifles, tracks of two crocodiles, and angry male orangutans, it was the bus that almost got me.