So, it was a grey Saturday morning. I was dropping Petra off for her voice lesson, one town over from my church. I was driving my car, a car that looked like this:
(Only, a little saltier.)
I was stopped at a light, about five cars back, thinking about the cool couple I was about to meet, for the second time, to talk about their April wedding. I noticed, to my left, a police officer-- a woman! Always interested in noticing the women out doing all kinds of jobs. She was giving a ticket to a driver, another woman (alas).
Having nothing else to do until the light turned green, I glanced in my rear view mirror. I saw, hurtling towards me, about 10 feet behind me, and not slowing down, a big old sedan, driven by a big young guy.
There was nothing to do. I ducked. Hands over head. Waited for the impact.
It came. It was hard. Now my car looks just a little bit like this:
(Only, as I said, a little saltier.)
Because, I got nothin' else to do this week except talk to the fine people at Great Big Friendly Insurance Company, that's why!