Tuesday morning was off to a pretty good start. Although I was insanely jealous that John had taken a vacation day and got to snooze away in bed, I was grateful that he had given me extra time in the morning by graciously offering to walk the dog for me. After making a bagel and grabbing my lunch, I was on my merry way to work.
About 20 minutes later I stopped in front of the entrance to my job with my left signal light on, waiting for the cars to pass on the other side of the street. Before I could turn into my work parking lot, the back of my car went SMASH!, my CDs went flying and I instantly started crying. Rear-ended. After the crash it was so surreal to see my turn signal light still blinking and hear The Roots' CD still blaring as I sat in my car, in the middle of the street, in shock.
Fortunately, the other driver and I were OK.
My car, not so much:
My bumper isn't looking so good, huh? Poor little Corolla! :(
The girl that rear-ended me claimed that she didn't see me stop because it was sunny. Um, OK. (It wasn't that sunny -- and besides, I was STOPPED, sitting there, waiting to turn for a good 30 seconds or more. So, yeah -- her little excuse makes absolutely no sense.) What's even weirder is what I overheard her tell her friend when we were standing around afterward, waiting for the police officer to take down our information. After telling her friend that she was glad we were both OK, she added, "Earlier I felt that the blood of Jesus was going to wash over me today." WHAT?!?!? Ohmygosh, what a freaking weirdo.
Although it seemed so unfair to be rear-ended *right* in front of work --I was almost there! Almost to safety, inside of a building and out of the death trap machine we call a car ... It was actually the best place I could have gotten in an accident. I didn't need to call to get a ride to work, I was already there! Plus, a few of my super nice coworkers helped me clean out my car to get it ready to be towed.
You know how they say you should always wear clean underwear in case you get in an accident? You should also clean out your car trunk for the same reason. My trunk was stuffed full of the wackiest stuff including my wedding dress, billiard balls, two sleeping bags, a tent, my portfolio for my college art class, my Spanish book ... and random odds and ends including pink ear plugs, a headlamp and mismatched flip flops. A little embarrassing for my coworkers to see all of that business and pack it up into boxes for me!
John picked me (and my boxes of random trunk stuff) up from work and we headed to pick up a rental car.
My insurance company covers $30/day for a rental car. When we asked for a vehicle close to that price range, this is what we were offered:
Dude. No way. Can you seriously imagine me driving that car? I would look so ridiculous. Not happening. Besides it was an extra $15 a day. No thanks!
The only way I'm agreeing to drive a Camaro is if it looks like this:
But then I might have to drive it down to the beach ... and I'm supposed to be at work tomorrow so I don't think that's such a good idea. Bummer!
The rental place said they didn't have any other cars. Their office was closing at 6 p.m. (in about five minutes) along with all of their other locations -- except the airport location, which didn't close until 10 p.m. John and I got back in the car and drove across town to the airport. After waiting for a representative to return to the booth, we were informed that the airport location doesn't deal with insurance companies. Awesome. Would have been nice to know that before driving across town. Well, either way it wouldn't have mattered because the airport location was sold out of every single car.
After leaving the airport (and paying to park there), John and I drove around looking for another rental company that might still be open. No luck. Back to another rental car location bright and early tomorrow morning!
Hope they have something better than a Chevy Camaro -- and I hope you guys had a better day that I did!
p.s. On second thought, maybe I should have taken that Camaro because I'm supposed to drive down to Bakersfield on Saturday with Jimaie. I would look SO BOMB-DIGGIDY driving that silver beast. People would think I was SO TIGHT! What was I thinking?! Maybe I can still get it tomorrow morning. ;)
p.p.s. Guys. I'm totally kidding. You know I don't really say BOMB-DIGGIDY!
p.p.p.s. Now I can't stop thinking about the SNL skit "Grady Wilson's 'Fifty and Freaky.'" The sun is in my eyes! The sun is in my eyes!