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Accidents Happen Today was planned out already, I was going to an interview with a Telemarketing company for a job and then I was suppossed to meet my parents at The Brogan Museum to see the dinosaur exhibit being displayed this month. Things never, ever turn out as I plan them. 12:00 pm; I had a hour to get across town to the interview, I was stuck on Max drive trying to turn left onto Tharpe...traffic, not heavy, but enough to keep one sitting for a while. I finally saw a clear and pulled out. My memory seems as a dream, everything in slow motion, but I was stuck in it too. I hear a horn blare, and turn to see a large, light blue aerostar coming right at me. Tires screech and I have to think fast...Brakes or Accelerator? accelerator, but the slow motion is holding me back when I feel a gentle but firm push. No Pain. Milestone: First Accident. Not injured, I was in complete shock; "Oh my God, Did that really just happen?"..."No, I must be dreaming" noticing that I was in the middle of the road, I pulled up, terrified and still not believeing what had just happened. I wanted a rewind button right then and there but I knew I was being silly. I just sat, for what seemed like a very fast-forewarded forever, trying to contemplate what was going on, when I saw a large black man in my side view mirror..."Oh crap, I had to get in an accident with a black man, nontheless, and he's gonna be pissed". I got out of the car to hear him repeat something about me being okay, I agreed, still in shock and apoligized, then introduced myself. I whipped out my trusty cell phone and called up Dad. "Okay I'll be there in a minute...click" I told the man that my Dad was coming and he'd take care of it because I didn't know what to do. He wanted me to call 911..."No, I'll just wait for my Dad, oh look he's right there" At This point I'm coming out of utter shock and I begin to bawl like a baby, a few minutes later the policeman wrote me a ticket and we were on our way. But that wasn't the end of it at all, the fear, shock, disgust and shame are plagueing me still, 11 hours late. |