U is for Uh-oh!

Mondays...

Yesterday, right after I posted about The Walking Dead, I hopped into my car to head for a meeting in Portland.  I made it approximately 1/2 mile when this happened.  Bye bye cute little Acura.  We had some great times together over the last 150,000 miles.

For the record, I wasn't at fault.  The lady was pulling out from a stop sign and didn't look my way.  She smacked right into me without a chance to even stop.  This was my first airbag experience and I didn't much care for it.  Here is the sequence of events:

• Crash
• What it this white thing coming out of my steering wheel?
• Wow, there is a hood of a truck right at my passenger door.
• Why are these index cards all over my feet?
• My purse is upside down!
• I guess I'm going to be late for that meeting.  Maybe I can skip it!
• I better get out of this thing before it catches on fire.
• Why is that woman at my window?
• What is the phone number for the Shop Manager?
• Why can't I find the right words to tell him I was in an accident and need a tow truck?
• Why is my friend Trish driving by yelling "YOU JUST WANTED A NEW CAR!"
• Should I call the Brown Eyed Man?
• I doubt this is repairable.

I think it took about an hour and a half for the whole deal to work itself out and I was back at my office.  I did get to skip the meeting.  I got very little done the rest of the day.  When I went to empty my car of its contents, I was surprised at how much crap I had accumulated in there.

Mostly what surprised and bothered me the most was how shook up I was about it.  I felt like I was drugged for most of the rest of the day.  The one good thing was that it wasn't my fault and I didn't have to worry about the potential costs of her truck and anything else that might have happened.

We were both okay.  Maybe a little sore this morning.