If I Have a Feeling You're About To Die...

you better kiss your ass goodbye.

In one of yesterday's posts, I said:

I'm worried about my new car. I've never owned a brand new car before and the financial commitment is overwhelming. I'm worried that now that I have a new car, someone will crash into it, scratch it, bump it or breathe on it.
There was an amount of freedom in driving a piece of shit, you know.

Well...I was right to worry.
On the way home last night, someone hit my car. Yes, my car that I've had for 10 FREAKING days!
It wasn't bad; it could have been a lot worse.
I was sitting in the left turn lane, waiting for a green light. He was in a huge truck pulling a long cargo trailer turning left onto my street. He turned too sharp with that huge load and scraped the hell out of my front bumper.
Thankfully, it was only a flesh wound and it's not very noticable but it was my NEW CAR!
The other driver was very nice and felt like shit after he saw how my voice and hands were shaking and listened to my repeated mantra, "I've only had it 10 days. 10 days. 10 days. 10 days...." etc.
I'm still taking it to the dealer to have it looked at. I want my 10 day old car to continue looking like a 10 day old car. Jeez!

Right after the car debacle, my friend in Mississippi called me on a very weak cell phone signal.
He's ok and his house is miraculously still standing.
Now I can breathe again, for him.

I'm still trying to absorb all the horrible images from Hurricane Katrina. It's almost more than I can bear and I feel like a total shit saying that from my air-conditioned seat here in front of my broadband internet connection, while I sip an icy Dr. Pepper from my totally intact neighborhood Sonic.

I pray for those people everynight but it's going to take a LOT more than prayer to help them now.

Posted by De at September 1, 2005 02:33 PM | TrackBack