*cough* Fuck.
Nov. 13th, 2007 03:41 pmLong story short: Something up there simultaneously hates and loves me.
Hates me because as I was driving to school I hit a patch of diesel fuel - diesel fuel! - that had spilled onto the road, ended up skidding across the lane and hitting someone else and getting taken to the hospital to get checked for whiplash. Loves me because neither of us were seriously hurt and the worst that happened to me was that they had to give me some oxygen due to inhaling the gunk in the airbag that makes it expand and gets everywhere, and I just finished Febreezing my stuff to get the smell out.
Hates me because now my car is possibly totaled (though we'll know by tomorrow whether or not the insurance company bastards will fix it or total it) and hence I have no means of independent transportation for a while. Loves me because I wasn't cited for this accident and it was essentially declared not my fault. And no, this time I was not speeding. There was no way I could have prevented it from happening.
But still, two of these in 8 months is too much even if neither was my fault. Though in a sad sort of way I was much more together this time than last time and as of about 3 this afternoon I'd done everything I needed to do insurance wise.
Oh, and right after the accident a guy who was pastor was right there and stopped to help. A pastor. That almost tops the cop being literally within 20 feet of me when I wiped out in March. I wish I'd gotten that guy's name so I could thank him.
If I do have to get a new car I half expect them to run away from me, saying "Oh no not that girl!" Honestly, this isn't fair, I'm not a maniac driver (I usually go slower than everyone else), I just am having a streak of bad luck coupled with stupidly good luck. I can't win. *sigh*
Hates me because as I was driving to school I hit a patch of diesel fuel - diesel fuel! - that had spilled onto the road, ended up skidding across the lane and hitting someone else and getting taken to the hospital to get checked for whiplash. Loves me because neither of us were seriously hurt and the worst that happened to me was that they had to give me some oxygen due to inhaling the gunk in the airbag that makes it expand and gets everywhere, and I just finished Febreezing my stuff to get the smell out.
Hates me because now my car is possibly totaled (though we'll know by tomorrow whether or not the insurance company bastards will fix it or total it) and hence I have no means of independent transportation for a while. Loves me because I wasn't cited for this accident and it was essentially declared not my fault. And no, this time I was not speeding. There was no way I could have prevented it from happening.
But still, two of these in 8 months is too much even if neither was my fault. Though in a sad sort of way I was much more together this time than last time and as of about 3 this afternoon I'd done everything I needed to do insurance wise.
Oh, and right after the accident a guy who was pastor was right there and stopped to help. A pastor. That almost tops the cop being literally within 20 feet of me when I wiped out in March. I wish I'd gotten that guy's name so I could thank him.
If I do have to get a new car I half expect them to run away from me, saying "Oh no not that girl!" Honestly, this isn't fair, I'm not a maniac driver (I usually go slower than everyone else), I just am having a streak of bad luck coupled with stupidly good luck. I can't win. *sigh*