Situational Crisis: The MoA Incident
Monday morning started normally for my family--dad and mom woke up as early as 6 (which was a feat, considering my mom's usual waking pattern), and I slept in 'til 8 am.
Dad had to report to the office of his arrival in the country.
Yes, I tagged along--even though I have a "rationalization" class to attend in Kaplan today.
The earlier part of the day went without much of a fuss, and then mom decided we should head to MoA (SM Mall of Asia--no brainer, geez!) to have our lunch. After that, we decided to do some shopping, as we have plans to go on an outing this coming Sunday. Jed and I even searched the net for the perfect getaway last night.
Sadly, the Sunday happening was postponed to an indefinite date.
Indefinite, as in when the family car will get fixed.
It was a rainy afternoon and dad was behind the wheel. He took the Ocean Drive route and we're on our way home. At the intersection, there was this old Honda Civic model waiting to make a left turn. The traffic enforcer present at that moment had his gloved hand signaling the car at the intersection to stop, as the vehicles bound for North had the "right of way." And yes, the traffic enforcer gave my dad the "go" signal, so he moved.
Now, the driver of the Honda Civic decided to make a quick--yes, a very quick move and got in the way of our family vehicle.
Dad hit the breaks.
But the distance between the two vehicles and the road being slippery because of the rain resulted in the collision of said vehicles.
Imagine how a small car such as the aforementioned Honda Civic would fare against an SUV.
The passengers of the Honda Civic, according to the police who responded on the scene, were doctors who had just attended a convention near MoA. Although none of them were physically hurt, the shock from the impact had sent two of the Honda Civic passengers in the nearby hospital.
After the police had cleared the scene, the family car had to be towed to the nearby pound since the radiator was severely damaged from the incident.
My parents and I spent the rest of the afternoon at the police station where, sadly, the situation has yet to be resolved, since the driver of the Honda Civic claimed that he had been given a "go" signal as well by the traffic enforcer.
Mom called for the towing service, which was covered in the family car's insurance, and had it towed to the service center. My parents and I had to spend 2-3 hours inside the tow truck, and endured the annoying heavy flow of traffic before we reached the service center late at night.
The ending: we had to take a bus and ride a jeep to get home.