This is something I hear from my son at least once a week, but today it comes from me.
Ummm, I hit a car…with my car.
First off, let me say that I am a moron. It was totally my fault. I was leaving Bible study tonight, and was backing up, looking in the rearview mirror, with my foot on the brake, and CRASHED INTO A PARKED CAR. I was in the CRV and sitting up high and kind of going downhill a little, so the car just wasn’t in view. And you wouldn’t think that that would have done that much damage to the other car (especially since the other car is a Volvo, aren’t they supposed to be like tanks?), but you would be wrong. I hit the other car apparently with our spare tire, caused no damage to our car whatsoever, but crumpled the other car’s hood, knocked out their headlight, and I’m sure damaged some other really expensive stuff.
I used to say that I was a good driver…maybe not a slow driver, but a good one. No more. Hi, my name is Lauren, AND I AM A BAD DRIVER.
Hunky is probably pretty happy right now that he leaves on a 10 day trip the day after tomorrow. He’s a little disgusted with me, although he says he isn’t really mad. I am in the doghouse, I think.
At least the kids weren’t with me – they were with their father – WHO IS A GOOD DRIVER – in the other car. And I wasn’t hurt either, since I was only going about 2 miles an hour. And the people who own the car were pretty cool about it (considering I crashed into their car), and they happen to also be Americans, which I’m sure will simplify things. So there is a silver lining. I just feel like such an idiot. Which is also probably not a bad thing…sometimes I need to be brought down a peg or 2, just so I don’t, you know, get the big head.