Car got rear-ended today.
I was driving on Route 1 to my medical billing class at 6:30 in the evening, when I got rammed by a white Ford truck in Laurel. Fellow gets out, says "you ok?" I said, "yeah, but I'd like to see your insurance information, and I'll give you mine." He says, "sure, just pull into that parking lot right there, and I'll follow you." I complied, without even getting his tag number.
Bonus points if you figure out what happened next.
He sped off.
...and the back of my formerly pristine Accord is crushed, and I have no money to get it fixed (parents have set the family insurance to liability only).
This really hurts. It really, really does.
You meet nice people nearly every day, and although you hear of injustice happening to other people, you subconsciously deny that it can happen to you, then this happens, and what a wake-up call. The world is not a fair place, that much this will tell you.
Every time the image of my car comes in my head, I feel this white-hot rage swell up inside, for there's nothing I can do except be angry at the other driver. I'm not used to that feeling, not being able to do anything.
Bonus points if you figure out what happened next.
He sped off.
...and the back of my formerly pristine Accord is crushed, and I have no money to get it fixed (parents have set the family insurance to liability only).
This really hurts. It really, really does.
You meet nice people nearly every day, and although you hear of injustice happening to other people, you subconsciously deny that it can happen to you, then this happens, and what a wake-up call. The world is not a fair place, that much this will tell you.
Every time the image of my car comes in my head, I feel this white-hot rage swell up inside, for there's nothing I can do except be angry at the other driver. I'm not used to that feeling, not being able to do anything.