'Twas a good day...
Feb. 3rd, 2007 06:59 pmDespite startiing off kinda crappy.
I had an apointment to get my brows waxed (using a gift certificate from last Mother's Day) this morning at ten. I was probably set to make it on time, but at an innocuous looking intersection, everything kinda decided to go squiffy.
As I was pulling into the intersection, after having made a complete stop, a car coming from the left didn't heed the stop sign and plowed right into me.
I'm fine, everyone in her car was fine, and I was able to drive my car home (though it protested whenever I needed to turn right). The other driver had to have hers towed, however.
This is the first accident I've been in that has required the police to be called. Of course, I called it upon myself, really.
See, a few days ago I was almost in two accidents. The first one involved me driving along the mainish road, minding my own business (defensively, of course). I saw a car pulling up to the intersection, in which they had a stop sign. I didn't, but they seemed to be going pretty slowly, so I thought they were going to stop. People around here like to do that, you know, pull up to the intersection and stop at the last possible second. It seems to be a part of the culture, kinda like dropping the r's and putting them back in the wrong place. So I proceeded, although I kept my eye on them.
Yeah. Good thing, that, as I needed to swerve into the (fortunately empty) oncoming traffic lane. The person did stop, eventually, but they were obviously innebriated, or stupid, or both, because after I'd passed, I saw them cut someone else off to turn onto the mainish road, and they were going slow, and weaving. In retrospect, I should have asked Geoff to call the cops, but I forget about cell phones, you know.
So that was the first attempt.
Second one was that night. Coming home from wherever, I was slowly starting to go forward when the light turned green at an intersection, and was just about to enter it when an SUV just blew through the intersection. His light had to have been red for at least five seconds, probably ten, as other people going his way were at a complete stop. If I hadn't been so cautious, that would have zent us to the hospital at the very least, if not actually killed me (seeing as the drivers side would have been the point of impact). He was going at least thirty, probably forty.
Dumbass.
So how did I call today's accident on me? I did a stupid, stupid thing. I told Geoff, as we went on our way after the near hit, that my aim in life was to never have to use our car insurance.
See? Stupid.
I would have had to be super-uber cautious to have avoided this accident, though. It snowed last night, and this morning it was a beautiful sunny day, making the roads were wet (not icy). The wet roads made for glare. The other driver was in a silver car, which blended nicely with the road, until she blended with my beige car, that is. Not to mention that she didn't know there was a stop sign (the glare was to blame again), so she was going at speed (about 20) and so she would have been behind the house at the corner. I really didn't see her until it was too late.
She was just grateful that I was nice about it. But, you know, I was just grateful that no one was hurt. It could have been so very much worse. Besides, what good would yelling at her have done? It wouldn't have been very polite, especially not in front of her kids when she was so upset as it was. Besides, rage and gratitude just don't go together.
But, it was a good day. No one was hurt, besides the cars. We both had insurance (she let me borrow her cell phone to get Geoff to bring the proof, which is a long story on why it wasn't in the car in the first place), I was able to get the car home. I had 1.5 cups strong, sweet tea, called the insurance company (they seemed surprised that I had called so promptly) and then we managed to get to the rental car place five minutes before they closed. And they had cars that were within the insurance's limits. Yay.
After all that, we managed to get to our new friends' house for some very yummy French toast and tea (only an hour late!) and had a nice long chat, discovering more about each other to like whilst our children played together very nicely.
Now we're home and we're having pizza for dinner.
And I'm not going to think about the $500 deductable until tomorrow at the earliest, but preferably Monday, when the garage tows our car away to get it fixed.
Nope. Not going to.
Peace, love and cookies to you all, and drive safe!
PS:
, please?
PPS:
Gacked from
daintress


Which Stevie Nicks Song Are You?
HAHAHA! I knew it!
I had an apointment to get my brows waxed (using a gift certificate from last Mother's Day) this morning at ten. I was probably set to make it on time, but at an innocuous looking intersection, everything kinda decided to go squiffy.
As I was pulling into the intersection, after having made a complete stop, a car coming from the left didn't heed the stop sign and plowed right into me.
I'm fine, everyone in her car was fine, and I was able to drive my car home (though it protested whenever I needed to turn right). The other driver had to have hers towed, however.
This is the first accident I've been in that has required the police to be called. Of course, I called it upon myself, really.
See, a few days ago I was almost in two accidents. The first one involved me driving along the mainish road, minding my own business (defensively, of course). I saw a car pulling up to the intersection, in which they had a stop sign. I didn't, but they seemed to be going pretty slowly, so I thought they were going to stop. People around here like to do that, you know, pull up to the intersection and stop at the last possible second. It seems to be a part of the culture, kinda like dropping the r's and putting them back in the wrong place. So I proceeded, although I kept my eye on them.
Yeah. Good thing, that, as I needed to swerve into the (fortunately empty) oncoming traffic lane. The person did stop, eventually, but they were obviously innebriated, or stupid, or both, because after I'd passed, I saw them cut someone else off to turn onto the mainish road, and they were going slow, and weaving. In retrospect, I should have asked Geoff to call the cops, but I forget about cell phones, you know.
So that was the first attempt.
Second one was that night. Coming home from wherever, I was slowly starting to go forward when the light turned green at an intersection, and was just about to enter it when an SUV just blew through the intersection. His light had to have been red for at least five seconds, probably ten, as other people going his way were at a complete stop. If I hadn't been so cautious, that would have zent us to the hospital at the very least, if not actually killed me (seeing as the drivers side would have been the point of impact). He was going at least thirty, probably forty.
Dumbass.
So how did I call today's accident on me? I did a stupid, stupid thing. I told Geoff, as we went on our way after the near hit, that my aim in life was to never have to use our car insurance.
See? Stupid.
I would have had to be super-uber cautious to have avoided this accident, though. It snowed last night, and this morning it was a beautiful sunny day, making the roads were wet (not icy). The wet roads made for glare. The other driver was in a silver car, which blended nicely with the road, until she blended with my beige car, that is. Not to mention that she didn't know there was a stop sign (the glare was to blame again), so she was going at speed (about 20) and so she would have been behind the house at the corner. I really didn't see her until it was too late.
She was just grateful that I was nice about it. But, you know, I was just grateful that no one was hurt. It could have been so very much worse. Besides, what good would yelling at her have done? It wouldn't have been very polite, especially not in front of her kids when she was so upset as it was. Besides, rage and gratitude just don't go together.
But, it was a good day. No one was hurt, besides the cars. We both had insurance (she let me borrow her cell phone to get Geoff to bring the proof, which is a long story on why it wasn't in the car in the first place), I was able to get the car home. I had 1.5 cups strong, sweet tea, called the insurance company (they seemed surprised that I had called so promptly) and then we managed to get to the rental car place five minutes before they closed. And they had cars that were within the insurance's limits. Yay.
After all that, we managed to get to our new friends' house for some very yummy French toast and tea (only an hour late!) and had a nice long chat, discovering more about each other to like whilst our children played together very nicely.
Now we're home and we're having pizza for dinner.
And I'm not going to think about the $500 deductable until tomorrow at the earliest, but preferably Monday, when the garage tows our car away to get it fixed.
Nope. Not going to.
Peace, love and cookies to you all, and drive safe!
PS:
, please?PPS:
Gacked from
Which Stevie Nicks Song Are You?
HAHAHA! I knew it!


no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 04:47 pm (UTC)*hugs back*
no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 04:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, but that deductable is going to hurt. I just hope (vainly, I imagine) that the repairs will be less than the deductable.
no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 04:51 pm (UTC)Erm, yes, I did call it upon myself. I should know better. ;-/
no subject
Date: 2007-02-04 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-08 06:35 am (UTC)Thank goodness indeed! :-)