Toby wondering why on earth my car smells like horses
And I never did find my passenger-side mirror
Ugh...I'm sick just looking at these. I suppose it serves to illustrate the point that being a careful and defensive driver doesn't mean shit when other assholes aren't paying attention. Some old granny who shouldn't have been driving in the snow ran me off the road last week. It was Martin Luther King Day, when we had that freak snowstorm, and I was making my way slowly along, only a mile away from the big, plowed road, when she decided to just coast through her stop sign rather than stopping at it...which put her right in my path (I had the right-of-way). To keep from hitting her, I swerved, lost control and ended up in a ditch, having sideswiped an Amish farmer's fence. Do you think the old bat stopped? Of course not. She watched as I slid down the bank - I could see the shocked expression on her face, for Chrissake! - and kept right on driving. The cherry on top was when the Amish guy came rolling down the road in his tractor and I thought, "Oh thank goodness, he thought to bring the tractor to help get me out!" But what are the first words out of his mouth when he climbs out of the cab? "That's my fence. You planning on paying for it?" I was flabbergasted.
But it wasn't all bad...there were two Good Samaritans who stopped to help and one just happened to know my husband (I was never so grateful to be a part of the farming community as I was that day!). They got me pulled out of the ditch and I limped my car home. The bitch of it was, as soon as I crossed from Lancaster into York County, the snow stopped altogether. There was the tiniest dusting. How's that for my luck?
So now I'm holed up in my house, refusing to go out in this newest storm. Josh is in Vermont with our huge F-250, I'm left here with my rental, a brand-new Nissan Versa, and I'm not going to risk wrecking that one. I've never been so anxious for winter to be over!
2 comments:
Your poor car. I'm so sorry.
Just keep in mind for every idiot out there, there's a nice person to be found that cancels out idiot person :)
That's why I wanted to make sure to mention the good, helpful people. :-) It was so funny, he must've heard me say mine and Josh's names when I was talking to the Amish guy and he asked, "Josh Martin that works at Atlantic Tractor? I know him!" And that really helped to lighten the mood. Small, small world.
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