Apr 21, 2006 11:18
I was stopped, waiting to turn left into the street my apartment's on; I was watching for a break in the oncoming traffic when I heard squealing tires and looked up just in time to see a Mazda 626 introducing itself to my back bumper.
I'm fine, and my car's driveable--the bumper has just been ... well, bumped. Their car was pretty messed up, though; their hood was all crumpled up, but they were able to drive off the main street, as the police officer who first arrived directed. I'm fully insured, and so are they; it'll all be fine. They didn't seem hurt any more than I was, which is to say not at all.
(I was mostly just shaken up and pretty irritated. And hungry.)
It's funny to me that this was only able to happen because I was coming home the opposite direction than usual because of a doctor's appointment.
So my dad came when I called him, and he took me to get some dinner before choir. He dropped me off, and Joyce kindly took me home after we got together at her house after practice; I didn't feel much like driving.
So interesting times. I'm fine, the car will be fine, it's all fine. I hope you're all fine, too. ;)