Death of a Radiator: A Play in One Act
Well, kids.... hope your weekend was fun.... know I haven't updated in a bit but there's been reasons for that....
Say it with me now kids.... cell phones are NOT YOUR FRIEND when it comes to driving. Especially if you've had your license for less than a year and your 14-year-old car has shite for breaks. Yeah, I got in a car crash Friday night *Dies of utter mortification*
So, I drove home from Columbus Friday, and I made it to Leia's house cuz I thought I would stop by and say hi. Was fine. Drove to my dad's house to drop off CD I made for him, was still fine. Made it all the way to the exit from I-675 turning onto 48/Far Hills, pulling up the hill to the stoplight, and cell phone goes off sitting on passenger seat of my car, and I cease to be fine. Am distracted just long enough to not quite be able to stop and rear-end woman in front of me, causing immediate hysterical tears on my part, because I am JUST THAT COOL. *shakes head* We can tell that I was *thisclose* to being able to stop, because the lady's air-bag didn't even deploy, and there was almost no damage to her car (the muffler of her minivan was just bent down a bit, I couldn't even see a dent on her bumper).
And sorry for being a tool, I should have mentioned sooner---no one was hurt. At all. THANK YOU GOD *goes to kill a rooster in sacrifice to some lwa or other*
Yeah, my car was not quite so lucky, but old battered hunk that she is, we think we'll be able to fix her without it being too terribly costly. Front headlights both smashed, hood dented slightly, and we believe the radiator is busted (we couldn't get the hood open to check, but that might be because I was tired and just wanted to go inside and stop messing with the damn car). But she sounded totally normal and drove just fine when we took her home, hence our belief that she will RISE AGAIN!!! *dun dun DUN* (As my mom said, "I don't care how much it costs to fix the damn thing, we've already put enough money into that car this year I'M NOT JUST GOING TO JUNK IT!!" I love you, mom.) Yeah, she's crappy, and she won't even play tapes, but she's MY car and I lurve her.
My insurance, on the other hand, is probably going to skyrocket. *dies* At least the officer and the lady I hit were both really really sweet. (To add insult to injury, I was in MARCHING BAND in high school with the woman's son. ARGH!!!) But the money that I was planning to use for my trip to New Orleans next month (assuming my mother would even let me go after this) is almost certainly going to be all used up fixing the car.
Sigh.
Oh, well. Off to go write an already-overdue history essay. GO ME! *shakes her head*
Say it with me now kids.... cell phones are NOT YOUR FRIEND when it comes to driving. Especially if you've had your license for less than a year and your 14-year-old car has shite for breaks. Yeah, I got in a car crash Friday night *Dies of utter mortification*
So, I drove home from Columbus Friday, and I made it to Leia's house cuz I thought I would stop by and say hi. Was fine. Drove to my dad's house to drop off CD I made for him, was still fine. Made it all the way to the exit from I-675 turning onto 48/Far Hills, pulling up the hill to the stoplight, and cell phone goes off sitting on passenger seat of my car, and I cease to be fine. Am distracted just long enough to not quite be able to stop and rear-end woman in front of me, causing immediate hysterical tears on my part, because I am JUST THAT COOL. *shakes head* We can tell that I was *thisclose* to being able to stop, because the lady's air-bag didn't even deploy, and there was almost no damage to her car (the muffler of her minivan was just bent down a bit, I couldn't even see a dent on her bumper).
And sorry for being a tool, I should have mentioned sooner---no one was hurt. At all. THANK YOU GOD *goes to kill a rooster in sacrifice to some lwa or other*
Yeah, my car was not quite so lucky, but old battered hunk that she is, we think we'll be able to fix her without it being too terribly costly. Front headlights both smashed, hood dented slightly, and we believe the radiator is busted (we couldn't get the hood open to check, but that might be because I was tired and just wanted to go inside and stop messing with the damn car). But she sounded totally normal and drove just fine when we took her home, hence our belief that she will RISE AGAIN!!! *dun dun DUN* (As my mom said, "I don't care how much it costs to fix the damn thing, we've already put enough money into that car this year I'M NOT JUST GOING TO JUNK IT!!" I love you, mom.) Yeah, she's crappy, and she won't even play tapes, but she's MY car and I lurve her.
My insurance, on the other hand, is probably going to skyrocket. *dies* At least the officer and the lady I hit were both really really sweet. (To add insult to injury, I was in MARCHING BAND in high school with the woman's son. ARGH!!!) But the money that I was planning to use for my trip to New Orleans next month (assuming my mother would even let me go after this) is almost certainly going to be all used up fixing the car.
Sigh.
Oh, well. Off to go write an already-overdue history essay. GO ME! *shakes her head*