After a 6 month deployment, the wife came to pick me up with her son and driving her Dodge Challenger (made by Mitsubishi.) I noticed the front spoiler and skid plate were bashed in pretty badly. I asked her what happened and she said, "Nothing, don't worry about it."
As soon as we got in the car, Jason (about 12 or 13 at the time) says, "Mom hit a milk crate on the fwy."
"Oh yeah? It was probably dark that night and she couldn't see it."
"No, it was broad daylight."
"Well, the car in front of her probably changed lanes at the last second and she never saw it."
"Nope, there was nobody in front of her. She just kept going and bashed right into it."
"Well, it was probably dark grey and blended right in with the asphalt."
"No, it was a bright neon blue, I could see it about 1/2 mi away."
At this point, she said, "OK Jason, you can shut your yapper now!!"
But it got me wondering, just how blind was she? So I told her we were going to play a game
. Tell me when you can read the next street sign.
I could read it clearly nearly a block away. We kept getting closer, and closer and closer and finally, about 15 ft away from the sign, she says the name of the street.
Holy friggin hell, she's blind as a bat!! So I dragged her down to an optometrist and he tells us she hadn't had her eyes checked for nearly 10 yrs and in that time, her eyes had gotten really bad, she needed a much stronger prescription.
It helped some, but she was still pretty much blind as a bat.