OMG \o/
Yesterday I was rear-ended.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
The day started fine, I went to Clare's house for law revision and left at around 2:15pm and was giving Yasmin a lift to Brandon Park. I stopped at a set of lights and it was all good for about 20 seconds and then BOOM CRASH *sound of metal scraping and glass shattering*
I may have gotten slight whiplash at this point but I was more "OMFG I JUST GOT REAR-ENDED OMFG IT'S THEIR FAULT RIGHT? RIGHT?!? OMFG THE INSURANCE!" The latter due to the fact that the car is insured under my mother's name (because it is about $2000 dollars cheaper than insuring it under my probationary, 18-year-old self) AND SHE HAPPENS TO BE IN NEW ZEALAND SO IT'S KIND OF ILLEGAL.
I couldn't bear to survey the damage so I told Yasmin to go out first and check.
"You won't believe this, but you're fine."
"WHAT?! *jumps out of car* NO WAY. *glances furtively at the ute behind me which is missing its rear windshield* So....can I just leave then?"
Turns out the tow bar at the back of the car, the tow bar that I once swore a vendetta against after having painfully walked into it one dark evening, saved me. The number plate of the ute behind me was completely impaled on the tow bar and was sporting a large gaping hole. I couldn't look at it without imagining the kind of damage the tow bar could have done to a human being.
The End.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
The day started fine, I went to Clare's house for law revision and left at around 2:15pm and was giving Yasmin a lift to Brandon Park. I stopped at a set of lights and it was all good for about 20 seconds and then BOOM CRASH *sound of metal scraping and glass shattering*
I may have gotten slight whiplash at this point but I was more "OMFG I JUST GOT REAR-ENDED OMFG IT'S THEIR FAULT RIGHT? RIGHT?!? OMFG THE INSURANCE!" The latter due to the fact that the car is insured under my mother's name (because it is about $2000 dollars cheaper than insuring it under my probationary, 18-year-old self) AND SHE HAPPENS TO BE IN NEW ZEALAND SO IT'S KIND OF ILLEGAL.
I couldn't bear to survey the damage so I told Yasmin to go out first and check.
"You won't believe this, but you're fine."
"WHAT?! *jumps out of car* NO WAY. *glances furtively at the ute behind me which is missing its rear windshield* So....can I just leave then?"
Turns out the tow bar at the back of the car, the tow bar that I once swore a vendetta against after having painfully walked into it one dark evening, saved me. The number plate of the ute behind me was completely impaled on the tow bar and was sporting a large gaping hole. I couldn't look at it without imagining the kind of damage the tow bar could have done to a human being.
The End.