RED means STOP girls and boys
4:59 p.m. - 13.09.04
oh diaryland,
its happened...
for the first time in my life i know what it is to feel the pain of a mother with an injured child...
.... granted, this "child" of mine guzzles gas and is made of fiberglass and such, but it makes no difference.... if my breast could produce gasoline then by joe you'd better damn well believe I'd be nurturing my car much in the same manner ..... believe you me....
but getting back to the point..... yes, the light of my life, my ray of sunshine, my bundle of joy was involved in an accident last night by drunken imbecils who apparently forgot that red lights mean STOP. Not only that but apparently I'm forced to believe they suffer from a rare medical condition of the retina which denies them the ability to see the color BRIGHT YELLOW.
Allow me to paint a picture:
11:30 PM. I'm out with my countryboy love interest and we're heading back home in seperate vehicles. He in his F150 pick-up, myself in my bright yellow neon.....
F150 leads the way as myself and my neon are unfamiliar with the area. Both vehicles approach a red light and come to a halt.
Seconds pass as we wait on the green when my rear view mirror spots a white vehicle approaching..... it continues to approach with no sign of decreasing speed...... Bean closes her eyes and suddenly feels the collision snap her forward directly into the F150.
car lifts up slightly into the bumper of the truck and rolls back down.
All appears to be intact on my body....
Out of the white vehicle steps the driver, a girl who looks about 12, and her drunken boyfriend. Immediately she writes her name, number and address down and hands it to the slightly disoriented Bean.
Bean simply takes the paper and says nothing. Shock must have gotten into me a bit because the thought of calling any police had never entered my mind. Luckily my CountryBoy was thinkin and was already heading to grab his cell phone.
Immediatly the couple at fault begged him to simply handle things without the cops. The male was obviously drunk cursing and swearing as the female was making small talk with me about her grandmothers accent and the 3-week-old child she had to get back to.
... i must have been disoriented to not have asked why the hell she was talking to me.....
as we waited on the police to show I had enough time to inspect my car, inspect countryBoys truck, call my parents again, and crochet myself a sweater....
... ok, ok... there was no sweater but lucky nobody was hurt otherwise we'd have bled to death by the time any officers arrived.
to make a long story short, report was filed, we were dismissed and the other two were asked to stay for breathalizer tests.........
... the moral of the story folks:
RED LIGHTS MEAN STOP!!
... and it also helps if u dont drink and drive.....
If I may just take this moment to make a small confession.......
i'm grateful that no one was hurt and although my car has roughly $1000 in damages, it does not appear to look harmed unless closely inspected. Mild scratches here and there, dent in the hood and front bumper is cracked... it's still in pretty good shape. My babys a strong little trooper.
as for the F150, I managed to bring down the entire back bumper.... and well, to see that my tiny vehicle did such damage to a larger truck....
i must say I'm shamefully proud to know she can dish it out just as well as she can take it....
of course that would give u a rough idea of the impact that caused me to fly into him....
Its that same impact that had me wake up this morning with a shooting pain in my neck which has somehow since this morning traveled lower and lower with every passing hour...
8a.m- the neck hurts
1p.m- the shoulders join in the pain party
6p.m.- the shoulderblades begin to ache...
.... i was told this impact should have hurt me... at the scene i left in tip top shape........ sadly, i dont seem to be in the same condition...
come tomorrow if all is not improved I, as well as my vehicle, will be going in for treatment by a professional....
... unfortuneatly my car seems to be handling better than I as I've laid on my couch in a fetal position just about all afternoon...
i believe i'll do the same after i ask my CountryBoy to come over with a good dose of Ben&Jerrys to heal all wounds....
oh woe is me.........