Thursday Jul082010 DON’T EVER COMPLAIN YOUR LIFE IS BORING, OR EXCITEMENT MAY JUST SHOW UP! Email Article Thursday, July 8, 2010 at 9:16AM I have been thinking of changing this blog a bit. The questions and answer part is great and I will continue to add them as they come in but there are many other topics out there so I do not want to limit myself to just answering questions. Two days ago I was thinking I can just start blogging about my life and daily experiences. The problem is at the moment I lead a pretty uneventful life. Don is away with the military and I tend to shutdown when he is away. Well apparently someone up there has a pretty outlandish sense of humor because no sooner than I had thought that my next blog hit me, literally. We live in a condo complex off one of the few access roads which leads directly to the beach. I was preparing to leave our condo complex and debating how bad I really wanted to leave as the traffic was bumper to bumper on the narrow two lane road. It has been that way for days with even more traffic than usual heading out to find relief from the heat wave we have been experiencing here in New England. I was still in our complex when I noticed an elderly lady getting ready to pull out of the insurance agency which adjoins our complex. It only took seconds for me to realize she was not paying attention, nor showing any prospect of slowing down. I pressed down on the horn for a good twenty seconds to no avail. This little lady proceeded to plow into my Durango and then kept going until her car was up under the front of my truck. I was shocked. I knew she was going to hit me, but didn’t expect her to push the truck or go up under the frame. She must have kept her foot on the gas the whole time. From where I sat in the driver’s seat I could not see her. My first thought was Oh my god is she ok? A second later she is backing up in a attempt to separate the cars. My next thought was are you kidding me? Leave the car where it is. As it was she kept going until she was parked about ten feet away.I got out of my truck and went around and before I could say a word this dear little old lady was making hand jesters and asking me what was she supposed to do now that I wrecked HER car. I was scared, shaking like a leaf and she was accusing me of being at fault. I won’t divulge what my next thought was because it was not very nice. I will say that I kept my opinion to myself, pulled out my cell phone and called 911. By that time the not so nice little lady was storming back to her insurance office and I went to the car to seek comfort from Oliver, my dog who was patiently waiting in the backseat. A lady from the insurance company came out to make sure I was not injured and asked if I wanted to come inside, out of the heat. I told her I had Oliver and was not going to leave him out in the heat and that I would prefer to take him home. She offered to stay there and wait for the police so I hurried to take Oliver back to the house. The police station happens to be less than a mile from the house and I heard the wail of the sirens before I had even reached my front door. I literally pushed Oliver in the door, removed his leash and ran back to the truck only to arrive as the lady said “and that is exactly what happened.”
The officer, who looked just like the actorTommy Howell, led me to the other side of the truck and asked me if I would tell him my side of the story. I told him I was coming straight from the complex and finished telling my truthful version of what happened. I do not know what the other lady had told him but from his reaction it was not the same as my version, he just said “she was confused.” While he was writing the police report, Mike, the manager from our complex showed up and after I told him what happened wanted to know if the truck was drivable. I said I was not sure and so he started poking around, lightly pulling at the bumper to see if it would come off, at this point the police officer jumped out of his patrol car and proceeded to let him know “this was his crime scene and he was not to touch anything.” Mike is from the Bronx and always has something to say so I was pretty worried that he would soon be joining the nice police officer, in his car. As it was Mike thought better of saying anything and the officer returned to his patrol car. After he was out of ear shot Mike told me he was going “since Dick Tracy over there had things under control”. Once the police officer finished the report, he said I was free to go and could pick up a copy of his report in a few days. I asked him if it stated the other lady was at fault and he explained that they did not say who was at fault on the police report, they only took the statements and let the insurance companies decide. He did verbally tell me that it was clear to him that she should have yielded to me. After all was said and done I returned home to a much relieved Oliver, e-mailed my husband and called the insurance company to report the accident. It was a stressful day and my jaw and right shoulder hurt most of the day, I must have tensed up when I saw she was going to hit me. It was my first accident and hopefully my last. It was a minor accident, yet I was surprised how it affected me. For the remainder of the day I was in a fog, wanted to cry and felt that shaky feeling you get when your sugar drops too low. This morning I feel better and the jaw and shoulder have eased up slightly and I am ready to return to my uneventful life.