I was on my way to Sean’s last Friday after a tolerable day of work (there were cupcakes), excited that we had tickets to see The Town at 7:00, wondering if I’d allow myself to eat sweet potato fries for dinner (you know, given the aforementioned cupcakes), and pretty much minding my own damned business, when all of a sudden (and quite without warning)—WHAP!—my car lurched forward, my seatbelt yanked me backward, and before I had time to look out my rearview, some idiot on a motorcycle had pulled up beside me and was waving rather obnoxiously for me to move off the road. I responded with a kneejerk “STFU!”, put the car in park, and looked back to see a crumpled minivan on my rear end.
After a bit of stunned hesitation, the driver and I got out and she apologized profusely for being too caught up in a text message to realize that I wasn’t going as fast as she was and subsequently driving her car into my spare tire. Fortunately, she was super nice and kept asking if I was ok (physically, yes, but almost shocked enough to walk right into oncoming traffic). And since it was pretty obviously my first rodeo, she even told me exactly what information I needed to take off of her insurance card.
Moments before we parted ways, a cop pulled up, asked if we were ok, and then chastised both of us for not being of sound enough mind right after our accident to think of the other drivers on the road: “Next time, pull over,” he ordered. Oh absolutely, officer, I’ll be sure to pencil in “Move it, lady!” right next to date I’ve picked out for my head-on collision.
Anyway, thanks in one part to the lady’s pleasant attitude about the whole mess and in another to the fact that my beastly car showed no outward signs of damage (as always—Honda CR-V FTW!), I managed keep it together long enough to not cause a scene and put it all back together by the time I got to Sean’s.
The moral of this story (apart from the obvious “don’t text and drive” one) is that the road is a violent and unruly place for the humble commuter, so your job sure as hell better be worth it.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
1 comments:
Poor Sarah!!
My first (and only) accident was in the parking lot of my apartment that I lived in before I moved in with you. I got blamed for the accident even though it wasn't my fault. Gah.
Glad to hear you weren't hurt, and that everything was handled well.
AND I miss you. Can I also say that I think it's crap that we never got to be the best of friends while we were living together because I think it would have been tons of fun to do things together. We were hardly ever home at the same time. Missed opportunity. I regret it daily. AND am thankful we've stayed in touch- I ADORE you!
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