Bam!

Today I ventured out of my apartment to have lunch with Ashley. After that we went to a few local shops to look at things both awesome and overpriced. I did, however, find the last part of Mike's Valentine's gift, and I can't wait to give it to him next weekend. Afterwards she invited me to watch a movie, but my sister had called while we were out and about, and I had hoped that she was calling to say that she and her boyfriend were coming over. I'm very eager to meet this new guy, so I bid Ashley farewell and headed home.

On my way home I checked my voicemail and found that my sister was just giving me her new address, not planning on coming over. I was disappointed, but figured that I had some chores to do at home anyway. I pulled up to an intersection and was waiting to turn left onto the freeway when BAM! I got rear-ended.

The moment after it happened I was shocked, and then I started shaking. Two accidents within four months! At least this one couldn't be my fault, could it? I was abiding by the laws, wasn't I?

I put on my flashers and hopped out of my car to see what happened. A silver car was behind me, and behind him was a red car. The red car had rear-ended him, and he had knocked into me. I trotted up. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," the driver of the silver car said. "Are you?"

"Yeah," I said. I was still shaking like a leaf, but otherwise okay.

The red car's driver seemed pretty out of it. He just stared at me, and then stared at the other driver when the other driver asked him what happened.

I went back to inspect my car and, amazingly, there wasn't a mark on it. I rubbed the salt off my bumper and noticed a few minor scuff marks, but otherwise it was okay. I guess I must have taken my foot of the brake when I got hit and just rolled away from the collision. The silver car's front end was fine too. The rear end, though, wasn't as pretty. The bumper was hanging off the car and the trunk wouldn't close.

Soon the police came and took our statements. They were very nice and advised me not to bother calling my insurance company since there was no damage to my car and my involvement was pretty minor.

I drove home taking city streets since I didn't want to go past the accident again. I felt supersitious about it somehow. After I got home they called me to let me know that they had arrested the driver of the red car for drunk driving. I was a little surprised that he was out driving drunk at 1:30 in the afternoon.

My car made it all the way home without any problems, so I don't think there will be any lingering structural damage. I have a weird sore spot that extends from between my shoulder blades up to the base of my neck, but I'm pretty sure it's just psychosomatic. It'll go away soon.

It was a very exciting afteroon.