Apparently this week hasn’t handed me enough stress or heart ache.
Today while I was backing out of my parking space at the vet where I was visiting the worlds sweetest dog with a bald belly sporting 25 staples and two reverse sweat bands on each “arm” this woman totally hit me! TOTALLY RAN INTO MY CAR- My door to be exact. We left at the same time but even with my kid I am about 50 years younger so I was completely backed out and checked my mirror again, she was to my left and saw her reverse lights. Now, this is where I could have done better. I just sat there, watching her car get closer and closer to mine while laying on my horn. had I any reaction aside from HORNHORNHORN (why isn’t your entire steering wheel the horn, why must I “find” it when I need it) I might have been able to get out of her way. Closer, closer, crunch. CRUNCH! Because I was stopped and she is 112 years old it sounded much worse than it actually is. Just a little paint sharing. Before I jumped out she pulled forward and I saw her bumber had a really small paint line, then I saw my door which is really no big deal. Thank God. Because, seriously!
She was a very sweet woman(whoshoudnotbedriving) and said, “Oh sweetie, I am just so sorry, is your little boy alright?” I said he was, thanks for asking. Smiled, waved and got back into my car. And screamed. Then, I went on about my day.
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