So yesterday was interesting.
I made the ill-fated decision to park my car on the street outside work instead of scrounging for money to pay for the carpark. Little did I know that 2 hours later, poor Suzie would be involved in a 3 car pile-up, simply by being there.
After hearing about an accident in one of the streets outside the building, I didn’t think for a second that it involved me somehow. Imagine my shock and disbelief when a co-worker informed me that my car had been smashed into while I was sitting about 200 metres away, at my desk.
The police were very helpful and kind, and I gave them all the details they needed. I was in a state of shock for a while. It’s really hard to comprehend and believe that someone has hit your car without you even being in it.
After I’d cleared out my car and my mother had come to get me, we spoke to my father to make sure that the insurance company had been called and that it would all work out ok. They towed poor Suz away, with large chunks gone from the right rear corner and other pieces hanging precariously off.
The biggest problem at the moment is the pain of being dependent on others to get anywhere. And not reaching a few friends who live in places that buses go to about 3 times A DAY. At least my weekend is busy already, and I don’t need to drive to do anything. Phew. But tonight, when I’m bored crazy and there’s nothing on TV? It bites not being able to drive to the video store.