Allow me to show you how my morning started:
Nice isn't it? Last night I opted that I would sleep in a little bit this morning. I woke up half an hour later than usual (my body didn't get the message it had 30 more minutes until the alarm would be going off) and began getting ready to head to the gym. In my head I was running through my morning's to do list, and out the door I went. Due to the construction going on in our area, I altered my route. Down the road I went, until I didn't, because a lady ran into me.
I kid you not my first thought was, "Did she just do that on purpose?" I was going straight, she was turning into her driveway, sans turn signal, and smacked right into me. Really? I still cannot believe her claim of "I didn't see you." Someone explain to me how another car, with their headlights on is not seen. Oh wait, that is possible if one is not paying attention. That's right.
We had a nice two hour wait (yes you read that correctly) for an officer to show up. It would seem that when an ambulance is not needed and a shift change is taking place, the "dispatch is on hold, but we will get someone out as soon as possible." Hmmm, not impressed one bit with the local police department. Having never been in an accident prior to 6 am this morning, I was unaware of all procedures and therefore did in fact wait until someone showed up. What can I say, I was not going to hurt myself further with this mess.
Luckily, I could still drive my car, and thanks to my dad who said, "Hey look, here's your left headlight, I'll put it back in for you," I was able to drive the car away. It rattled, the old girl was hurting I tell you. I quickly called a good friend who is in the auto repair business for a recommendation on where to take my car, and that is where I immediately drove. The lovely man I spoke to went into "grandpa mode" and started taking care of everything, including calling the guilty party's insurance company to get the claim in motion. He then called the rental car company for me.
Four hours of my morning were no longer available, gone, ka-put, never to be had again. However, I found myself feeling quite blessed. The car, the only car we have, is damaged, yes. But I am not. The other driver was not. No one else was in either car, mainly, my child. We both walked out and are fine. The other party's insurance will be taking care of the claim and will be paying for the repairs needed on our car (the amount is only 1000 less than the car is worth, yikes).
In fact, throughout this whole little
misadventure, there was only one moment I nearly lost all composure. As the police man was driving up, the individual who slammed into me said, "I know this sounds bad, but I am glad I was in my dad's car and not mine." Rather than saying what was actually going through my head I replied, "Well, you have just damaged the
only car my family and I have." Those words were the meanest ones that escaped my mouth. The mother in me almost lost her cool, but I kept it together. Not only did the lack of concern unnerve me, but how incredibly selfish of this person. After what has just happened,
that is what you choose to say? What a said commentary on this individual.
I have no clue how long it will take for our car to be repaired. My main concern now is to remember what that rental car looks like.