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So I got into a minor car accident today. My first one. I'm fine, totally. Just scared the shit out of me.
So. I'm running late for work as it is. I'm about halfway there, at a long backup of cars from the light at the big intersection ahead. The line is about a half a block long. I kinda roll up and am stopped behind the guy in front of me. I glance in my rear view mirror, and see the telltale signs of someone slamming on their brakes. The nose of a Dodge Caravan pushed closer to the ground than normal.
My brain:
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Ohmigod.
Then my eyes face forward.
Cue crash, me screaming, Wendy's cup hurtling to the floor of my passenger seat and soaking everything, and bouncing and jostling.
I pull into the center turn lane (otherwise it's one lane each way). I just sit there. Shaking and quickly assessing my body condition. Head: hurts from hitting headrest. Rest: fine. But I'm still in the middle of the road.
I see the van turn the next corner, which is seriously ten feet from my current position. For a fleeting instant, I'm afraid he's going to run off. But he's just getting out of traffic. When it's all clear and I can actually drive, I follow suit.
So we exchange info. Nice, middle aged guy, strange first name. I call my dad and he looks up and calls the local cops for me. (My area is town after town after town, so the borders aren't quite so clear. The first town we called was the wrong one.) We chat it up waiting for the cop, everything goes pretty much by the book.
I kinda spaz on the cop and ask him about three times if my car was really okay to drive. My car is really new, '06 Toyota Corolla, so he has to bend some plastic in my wheel wells away from my tires so I can drive without squealing.
I get to work and have an awesome story to tell. My manager fusses over me because she's the shop mom like that.
So I get home, dad and I bust out the flashlights, peel off the plastic covering the actual bumper, and inspect the damage. Trunk still works, though the bottom is no longer level. The front is raised a few inches. We tried taking the spare out but it's stuck.
So I have a funny looking butt on my car for a few weeks until we get it fixed. Joy.
My brother calls tailgaters "bumpermunchers"... I think I just got bumpermunched.
So. I'm running late for work as it is. I'm about halfway there, at a long backup of cars from the light at the big intersection ahead. The line is about a half a block long. I kinda roll up and am stopped behind the guy in front of me. I glance in my rear view mirror, and see the telltale signs of someone slamming on their brakes. The nose of a Dodge Caravan pushed closer to the ground than normal.
My brain:
...
...
...
Ohmigod.
Then my eyes face forward.
Cue crash, me screaming, Wendy's cup hurtling to the floor of my passenger seat and soaking everything, and bouncing and jostling.
I pull into the center turn lane (otherwise it's one lane each way). I just sit there. Shaking and quickly assessing my body condition. Head: hurts from hitting headrest. Rest: fine. But I'm still in the middle of the road.
I see the van turn the next corner, which is seriously ten feet from my current position. For a fleeting instant, I'm afraid he's going to run off. But he's just getting out of traffic. When it's all clear and I can actually drive, I follow suit.
So we exchange info. Nice, middle aged guy, strange first name. I call my dad and he looks up and calls the local cops for me. (My area is town after town after town, so the borders aren't quite so clear. The first town we called was the wrong one.) We chat it up waiting for the cop, everything goes pretty much by the book.
I kinda spaz on the cop and ask him about three times if my car was really okay to drive. My car is really new, '06 Toyota Corolla, so he has to bend some plastic in my wheel wells away from my tires so I can drive without squealing.
I get to work and have an awesome story to tell. My manager fusses over me because she's the shop mom like that.
So I get home, dad and I bust out the flashlights, peel off the plastic covering the actual bumper, and inspect the damage. Trunk still works, though the bottom is no longer level. The front is raised a few inches. We tried taking the spare out but it's stuck.
So I have a funny looking butt on my car for a few weeks until we get it fixed. Joy.
My brother calls tailgaters "bumpermunchers"... I think I just got bumpermunched.