Thursday, February 18, 2010

Grand Am

We seem to be having a bit of bad luck with cars in our family. Last month Lauren rolled Andy's new-used Monte Carlo (they were unhurt) and it ended up being totalled, and he got a big settlement from State Farm. He ended up leasing a new Nissan Ultima (loaded). So, this last Monday, I was on my way to pick up a release form at PIP, when a car with three young girls hit me, right in front of the driver's rear wheel. The door just had a dent and it wouldn't open, but the piece next to the door, right in front on the tire, was smushed. The girl's car had a broken running light and a little dent right behind the passenger's headlight, plus it was a 1992 Nissan Maxima, so "Who cares?"
I saw her coming into my lane, and I had nowhere to go, the turn lane was right beside me and the median was too close. I didn't want to run into that, so I sped up a little, hoping to get out of her way, and I thought I had until I felt and heard a thump that sent me spinning into the intersection. I started out going west and ended up going east, I felt like I was on an ammusment ride. It didn't dawn on me until I was well on my way again that when I went sailing into the intersection, there were NO cars by me. My angel was certainly in the car with me!
We pulled into a parking lot and assessed damages, called insurance companies and the police. We didn't have to wait long for the police, to arrive and I have to admit, he was very nice. We happened to be out of our cars when he pulled up. He rolled down his window while he was filling out his paperwork, and I noticed that he had a diamond stud in his left ear. All I could think of was..."Can he get away with wearing that while on duty? What happened to uniform code? Isn't it a little BLING?" I almost asked him, but I caught my tongue before it got away from me. I did however HAVE to touch the Brooklyn Park emblem on the side of his car. It was the kind that reflects, and it looked rough, and.... I just can't control myself when I see something I want to touch. Good thing I'm not a little kid anymore, my mom would probably slap my hands, or do what I did with my youngest, and never take me into a store with breakables.
Anyhoo, last night after choir, we dropped my car off at the same place Andy took his, with the hopes that because it is 10 yrs old and has 120,000 miles, that they would total it. NO SUCH LUCK...they can and are going to fix it. Crap! Now I have to pay my $500 deductable and wait forever and a day until her insurance company pays me back. Well, I suppose $500 is cheaper than buying a new car, or even an old car.

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