My car got rear ended...
again!!!
The drivers in this city need a lesson. Perhaps I should start teaching driving. Since it's in the blood and all. My dad, is, was a driver, so...
The old lady who hit my car apologized profusely. I'm so stressed. My brother is in the hospital. I'm so stressed.
I didn't want to begin with my trials. We all have 'em. My dad has cancer. Can you top that?
Can you maybe try using a bluetooth and stopping at a red light? That might help too.
I took pictures and got her info. I always have a camera in the car, in case. You should too. Trust me!
She was shook up and I tried to make her relax. I did tell her how important it was to drive with a bluetooth on if she is going to be on the phone and if she is upset, to pull over. I've done that a bunch of times. You will always get where you need to go if you are coming from a calm place, not a place of aggression. Trust me!
Her insurance was good and covered the damage of my car and a rental for a week.
Although I enjoyed driving a car with power windows and locks (My lil Ford doesn't have such luxuries), I was so happy when I got the call that my car was ready for pick up.
When I got to Santa Monica Ford, I waited for my little baby like a loved one would for their long lost at the airport. I was so giddy and excited. The adjuster said they even washed my car!! Something I needed to do anyway.
If my arms were long enough, I would have hugged the damn thing.
You never know what you have till it's gone.
I liked the KIA they gave me, but Twinks is my love. She is my second home. More of my stuff is in that car than my apartment. I could eat, sleep and have a wardrobe change to a variety of my favorite soundtracks in my lil beast.
The car looked better than it was before. It almost made me glad I was hit. Not really.
But seriously.
I got into that car and started singing songs to it. Saying how much I loved it. Talking to it.
Call me crazy if you will, but I love that darn car with it's roll up windows. I work my biceps everytime I want a breeze.
It made my day.
The accident didn't.
But missing something I love dearly, only to get it back, made my day.
I hate driving.
When I get back home after a long day, I thank God I got home in one piece safely, doing the job I need to do in this world.
I'm gone for long days often, but I love what I do and it's all better in Twinks. I don't have kids or a pet, but that car is my love and it's always there for me, except when it get's hit.
It makes me think.
I know I'm busy and on the go and so is she. My car is a she.
Perhaps she was longing for a break.
Does it take an accident to stop and take a break?
For me, I got my vacation of the year. I work for myself. The time I took off was when I had that horrible cold for five days and watched Lifetime movies and slept and ate Macaroni.
Does it take getting sick to take a break?
I don't know about you, but life moves really fast.
It's important to stop and take a look around at it all. Watch Ferris Beuller's Day off, take a yoga class, walk around with no where to go.
I think I'll take my advice.
Even with a brand spankin' new car in the garage.
Stop when you need to stop.
Don't wait for someone to hit you to stop.