This summer, I had a horrible wreck, that was my fault. I was coming home from work, it was late, and I was tired because I’d had an unusually long day. I was about 30 seconds from my apartment when it happened.
I was on a road, about to turn left onto my road. There was a car ahead of me that turned. I checked the road, didn’t see anyone, and turned right behind him.
Suddenly tires screech, and BAM! Someone hits me on my front left side. Turns out someone WAS coming–very fast in fact–and I had turned right in front of her. My airbag came out, I screamed bloody murder, and then I got out of my car to assess the damage.
Blah, blah, blah…due to the shock of the wreck, I had been very out of it until the policeman came over to talk to me. That’s when I realized it.
The force of the seatbelt slamming against my chest had broken my bra clasp (all mine clasp in the front), and my bra was falling off!
As the policeman was talking to me, he saw me fidgeting and said, “Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Now, I am not a very timid person…and at this moment, I was still floored by the accident. I looked up at him and said plainly, “My seatbelt broke my bra and I’m trying to keep it on.”
He laughed for awhile. He couldn’t even ask me a question for about five minutes without cracking up. I didn’t see what was so funny.
Now I think it’s hilarious.
What about you? Anything amusing happen to you during a traumatic (semi) event?