Shame on you. Shame on all of us.
Quick: What is the worst way to start out the morning:
B. Getting in a car accident
C. Awaking one morning from uneasy dreams to find yourself transformed in your bed into a gigantic insect
D. All of the above
Obviously, the answer is D, but B is the only one that happened to me today. (C is just thrown in there to make sure we all keep perspective.)
Welp, I guess it has to happen to everyone sooner or later. I got in a little accident this morning.
To my parents: I’M OKAY. I AM NOT INJURED. I AM NOT DEAD. I AM A LITTLE RATTLED BUT OKAY.
To everyone else: Hoo-sha. Seriously, I am okay. It wasn’t even that scary because it happened pretty quickly and then it was over. (That’s what she said.)
Obviously I’m trying to keep in good spirits.
I was about to merge on to the entrance ramp to a highway when a car stopped fairly short in front of me. The area is always really congested, so I wasn’t going very fast and was able to stop. Unfortunately, the car behind me was not so fortunate. (Or, depending how you look at it, I was not so fortunate.)
The real victim here is Benny. Poor, poor Benny. His once gorgeous backside (seriously, baby got back) is now marred with a foot-long crack in the bumper. Le sigh.
Now I have to go get estimates in the next couple of days, see if the guy who hit me would rather pay out of pocket or go through insurance, and then proceed accordingly within five days.
You can tell it wasn’t too serious of an accident because my biggest gripe is how much time all of that is going to take.
In all seriousness, I’m very glad it wasn’t any more traumatic. And I really appreciate all of the texts/tweets/etc. asking if I’m okay. You’re all quite swell in my book.
Can you all please share your own fender-bender stories so I can stop feeling like the universe is picking on me?