My First Car Accident
It’s true, I got in my first car accident today. My beautiful little car, my 1996 pontiac firefly, the one that burns next to no gas is dead. A carful of jerky teenagers destroyed her by barrelling through a stop sign. Even though I slammed on the brakes, I didn’t stop in time. I ended up hitting the rear end of their car. I hit the car pretty damn hard and the air bags deployed. Luckily I didn’t get hurt physically in anyway, except for a bruise on my hand from the air bag flying through the steering wheel at high velocity. But it screwed up my brain. It was like time slowed right down as it was happening. The air bags emitted the most horrific, odorous stench that I have ever had the misfortune to smell. Burnt hair mixed with moldy old unwashed car and engine oil. I immediately got out of the car and tried to see if I can see the plate number of the car. But I forgot to put on the E-brake before I got out and she started to roll away. So I had to get in the car to put on the E-brake and I temporarily forgot how to do it. But I did figure it out. By that time, the punk drove away.
But on the bright side, I was genuinely amazed at the number of people that stopped to make sure I was all right. Physically I was just fine but my brains got all scrambled. I was shaking like a leaf and imagining my battered body splattered across the pavement. A bunch of onlookers came to see me and give me their contact information so I wouldn’t have trouble getting insurance from SGI. A nice stranger let me sit in her house while I was waiting for the police and the tow truck to get there. A nice man sat beside me on the curb as I was trying to compose myself and failing miserably. He was a nurse and calmed me right now. I told him I was feeling fine but my head was messed up. Michelle and her wonderful boyfriend made me coffee, phoned the police and talked to me while waiting for them to come. The police took what seemed like a long time. But finally they came and took statements from me and other witnesses.
I’m going to make sure that if I ever have the chance to help someone out in their time of need that I will always step up to the plate. I’m a mom and I work with kids so I give a lot of myself all the time and some days I just feel completely worn out. But having people look after me made me realize how important that really is. Although I miss my beautiful little car, it could have been a whole lot worse.
In other bad news, I dropped my blackberry in a cup of tea yesterday and destroyed it. Today I went and sold my soul to Sasktel and went into huge amounts of debt just so I can get another one. I have it baaaaad!
I know what you are thinking. Nobody with my salary and my responsibilities should indulge in such a worthless, over-priced electronic toy. But I can play brickbuster, I can keep in touch with my facebook friends, I can send text messages, read email, take pictures and listen to mp3’s. Pretty soon I will set it up so I can blog from a blackberry. Now that would be pretty crazy. I know I could live without a blackberry, but why would I want to?
October 23rd, 2008 at 11:22 pm
RIP to your beloved devices!
November 12th, 2008 at 9:22 pm
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November 25th, 2008 at 5:34 pm
I was sad to hear about the car accident, then the Blackberry, then the debt. This is a sad story overall.
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