Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
December 03, 2002
Not Again
I must have a sign on the back of my car that says "Hit Me" in big blinking letters. While I was running errands for my sister on Wednesday afternoon, I got rear-ended again. I was headed east on Flushing Road, just a mile from my mom's house, when I noticed that the traffic light ahead of me was dead. Several school busses waiting to turn into Sunridge Apartments blocked my view of its drive, so I slowed down, expecting a 3-way stop at the intersection. Just before I got to the intersection, the yellow light flickered once and the red came on and held steady. So I stopped. The man in the Chrystler mini-van behind me didn't. It took half an hour for the police and my father to get to the scene because traffic at 4pm the day before Thanksgiving was horrendous. So we just sat there, making small talk and blocking the right lane because the closest place to go was the fire station, 50 yards down the road. Thankfully, no one was hurt. Worst for me was trying to keep Ginger Bear calm when my nerves were frazzled themselves. She got to go along on the short ride as a treat and had been laying down in the back listening to me sing-a-long with Burl Ives Christmas tunes when we were hit. She eventually stopped shaking and I was able to see that she wasn't hurt, just scared. And I haven't even mentioned the car... suffice it to say that while there isn't much of a rear end left, I was able to drive away. The at-a-glance estimate was $4k, although I suspect it could be more, depending on how bent up the body is. When my aunt (and insurance agent) saw me for the first time Wednesday evening, she was floored, thinking the carnage she saw in the driveway was from the last incident: "I thought you said it was just a little accident!" We got a good laugh out of it later, but it still stinks. Twice in two weeks is just bad luck.
Posted by criminal at December 3, 2002 11:58 AM