The Accident, aka The Day I Desperately Want to Forget
For my own personal reasons, I won't get into too much detail. I'm trying to forget it all, as cliche as it is, I'm wishing it was all a nightmare and I'll wake up tomorrow and it will never have happened, but, I know that's crazy.
I was running a little late this morning - was supposed to meet kiraboshi at Panera Bread at noon - and I was backing up in our parking lot. I pushed the button to see the time on the stereo and I heard this horrible crunch, easily identifiable as the sound of metal scraping metal. Freaked, I look in the rearview mirror and shift to drive and move up about 2 feet. I had backed right into the mail truck, who hadn't been there when I got into the car but had pulled in while I was backing up.
Arg! I'm still all upset about it, but I'm feeling a tiny, tiny bit better. But not really, because I still feel the same way when I think about it. I'm just trying not to think about it. There goes my perfect driving record.
Although, it might not go on my record and our insurance might not go up if we just pay the damage (because the police report (written, btw, by the GCHS cop Officer Crowley, I think) said it was less than $500). I won't pretend to understand any of that, I just know how much it sucks, and how it completely ruined my day.
Completely. Ruined. My. Day.
B-day girl farbeyondblue, who, incidentally, had a great and really terrific day, is picking me up in half an hour and we're going to Blue Bay.
I have to drive to work tomorrow. My mom and grandma and dad keep telling me I have to "get right back on the horse," but Mom told me she understands it will take some time to forget about the whole thing, forget the sound, and all that.
So I've gotten nothing done today, just moped about. I did actually just watch The Matrix, which I need to write a paper on for philosophy, but still... I'll probably have to watch it again and, I don't know, take notes or something.
And so, in conclusion, ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was running a little late this morning - was supposed to meet kiraboshi at Panera Bread at noon - and I was backing up in our parking lot. I pushed the button to see the time on the stereo and I heard this horrible crunch, easily identifiable as the sound of metal scraping metal. Freaked, I look in the rearview mirror and shift to drive and move up about 2 feet. I had backed right into the mail truck, who hadn't been there when I got into the car but had pulled in while I was backing up.
Arg! I'm still all upset about it, but I'm feeling a tiny, tiny bit better. But not really, because I still feel the same way when I think about it. I'm just trying not to think about it. There goes my perfect driving record.
Although, it might not go on my record and our insurance might not go up if we just pay the damage (because the police report (written, btw, by the GCHS cop Officer Crowley, I think) said it was less than $500). I won't pretend to understand any of that, I just know how much it sucks, and how it completely ruined my day.
Completely. Ruined. My. Day.
B-day girl farbeyondblue, who, incidentally, had a great and really terrific day, is picking me up in half an hour and we're going to Blue Bay.
I have to drive to work tomorrow. My mom and grandma and dad keep telling me I have to "get right back on the horse," but Mom told me she understands it will take some time to forget about the whole thing, forget the sound, and all that.
So I've gotten nothing done today, just moped about. I did actually just watch The Matrix, which I need to write a paper on for philosophy, but still... I'll probably have to watch it again and, I don't know, take notes or something.
And so, in conclusion, ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!