My shopping list:
Milk
Diet Coke
A new last night that doesn’t involve the brutal slaughter of my car
Orange juice
So yeah, I went to Ikea all excited that I was going to finally have the rest of the pieces for my bed and be able to live like a normal person and on the way back I got hit from behind and knocked into the car in front of me. So now not only do I not have a bed, but I’m minus my brand new car. And all the hours I spent standing in the middle of/on the shoulder of the highway, waiting for reports to be written up so the police could drive me somewhere to get a cab home (just moved here recently, don’t know anybody).
I’m okay. I was stopped when the accident happened, and I think the car that hit me was just accelerating from a stop, so it wasn’t that big a risk in terms of personal injury. Right let hurts a teeny tiny bit from being jammed against the brake when I was hit, so I’m going to get it checked out today in case I need to file a medical claim later on.
But the car…oh, the car. The back bumper was torn off, the back right corner was pushed in so it was touching the tire, the hood was crimped and the front bumper caved in some, and it looked like something was leaking out of the engine. I’m sure there was damage I didn’t even see, it being dark and me not being at my most composed.
Anyway, whether or not Rosebud’s totalled is a borderline thing. If I can get the guy’s insurance company to send me a rental car today then I’m going out to the towyard to take pictures today or tomorrow. I don’t know which verdict I’d prefer–on the one hand, I’m really attached to this car and I’d like to have it back. On the other, I’m not sure I want to deal with the amount of time it’s going to take to have it fixed only to get back a vehicle that’s never going to be the same, and maybe it would be best to have the responsible party’s insurance company buy me a new one if they’re willing.
Of course what I’d most prefer would be to go back in time and leave for the store earlier so as not to have to deal with any of this. But that’s not going to happen.
There go my grand plans for getting my life back on track this weekend. I should have known better than to let myself get into the groove of a good day.
Anyway, I guess I’m
a) pitting myself for not getting my act together and leaving sooner
b) pitting the Dan Ryan Expressway for having such terrible, horrible, no-good traffic patterns
but mostly
c) pitting the fucker who hit me (who got a ticket and has to go to court, by the way) for NOT LOOKING WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING, ASSHOLE!
Ahem. (You see, this did belong in the pit after all!)
