Curses!
My years of completely accident-free driving have come to a small, undramatic close. I got rear-ended today on the way home from work, and while I and my trusty Honda (which has maybe two dents and some scratched paint to show for the encounter) are both just fine I am miffed. Until now, I existed in this separate Marie World where car accidents happened to other people and no vehicle carrying me in it, be it plane, train or automobile, could possibly come to any harm. Now my happy little bubble realm has been popped, and travel is suddenly fraught with peril. Woe. I am beset, yea on every side, with terrors and with dangers. I found myself taking turns very cautitously on the way home and minimum safe following distance may be a big deal for me for a while.
On the other hand, my car is fine, I am fine, the guy who hit me and his kid are fine (though his car did not fair nearly so well as mine, and wasn't drivable) and he was very nice and apologetic and waited patiently while I attempted to find my registration and insurance info (I found several of both, but finding the current ones that aren't expired proved difficult...I should probably clean out the glove compartment). And I actually remembered what to do and which information to have and get! And I didn't wibble or cry or anything the whole time we were trading information! I'm almost just like a grown-up!
Driving away, I said a brief, very sincere prayer of thanks because I knew it could have been so much worse and I prayed for the other driver because he didn't do anything that I don't do ten times a day, I just happen to have avoided running into anyone, somehow. I hope his wife isn't too peeved with him.
I hope I don't wake up all stiff and wretched in the morning. I feel perfectly fine, now, but I'm told sometimes you don't notice until the day after. I think I'll go for my run now, before the adrenaline wears off and I crash like a crashing thing.
On the other hand, my car is fine, I am fine, the guy who hit me and his kid are fine (though his car did not fair nearly so well as mine, and wasn't drivable) and he was very nice and apologetic and waited patiently while I attempted to find my registration and insurance info (I found several of both, but finding the current ones that aren't expired proved difficult...I should probably clean out the glove compartment). And I actually remembered what to do and which information to have and get! And I didn't wibble or cry or anything the whole time we were trading information! I'm almost just like a grown-up!
Driving away, I said a brief, very sincere prayer of thanks because I knew it could have been so much worse and I prayed for the other driver because he didn't do anything that I don't do ten times a day, I just happen to have avoided running into anyone, somehow. I hope his wife isn't too peeved with him.
I hope I don't wake up all stiff and wretched in the morning. I feel perfectly fine, now, but I'm told sometimes you don't notice until the day after. I think I'll go for my run now, before the adrenaline wears off and I crash like a crashing thing.