No. Just No.

[ladysprite]

Yesterday someone rear-ended me at a traffic light on my way to work. Left a couple dings in my bumper. I thought that was a big deal.

Ha.

So today, on my way home from work, I decided to stop by Michael's to pick up a piece of stitchery that they had framed for me. And some goddamned flake went tearing through the parking lot at ludicrous speed and PUNCHED A FUCKING HOLE IN THE SIDE OF MY CAR. Smashed right through the passenger door. My car is a twisted, helpless wreck.

At least the cops were nice this time.

My head is killing me. My hands won't stop shaking. And I can't bear the thought of driving to work tomorrow. What's going to happen this time? A train jumping the tracks and running me over?

I really, really didn't need this.

My poor car....

Edited to add: I was in the car. Driving on the road that goes through the parking lot. This was an action-collision, not an oops-hit-a-parked-car.

And I have a ten-hour shift tomorrow that I can't get out of. 40 miles away.

Grump.

Comments

[evcelt.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're OK, but I think that you might want to get a checkup if you can just to make sure.

And I can't bear the thought of driving to work tomorrow. What's going to happen this time? A train jumping the tracks and running me over?

My thought (and I sort of asked Legba as well, in my head) is "no". If you feel so inclined, leave 3 pennies at the crossroads.

May you be under the compassing of the Lord of the Roads:
Safety before you, safety behind you,
Safety above you, safety below you,
Safety on your left, safety on your right,
Go in safety, return in safety.
Aye Legba! Ayibobo!

::hugs::