First of all I would like to apologize for my previous post. I was hoped up on NyQuil and barely remember even sitting down to write it. But its part of the blog now so...
Ok, now that that's over, I said I would tell you about my car crash. It had been a while since it happened, but I was just so baffled by my "luck" that I didn't run to blog about it. You see I had been in Seattle for about 2 -3 weeks and I already had been to the Toyota Dealership too many time.
First, I went there to get my oil changed. As you can imagine driving across the country takes it out on a car. Then I got in the mail a recall. O yes, I drove across the country only to get a forward recall on my car in the mail. How awesome is that? Then I had to get new plates for my car and I didn't have any holes in the front of my car to put the plates on. Well, I figured what was one more trip to the dealership. I mean I was starting to think I should get a little pop-up tent and move in there.
Anyway, I was driving to the dealership, a route I knew well, when I came to this intersection. It was a busy intersection and I could see the cars in front of me slowing down on the other side of the intersection. I figured I better slow down and stop before I got into the middle of the intersection or I would be stuck in the middle with a red light. So I stopped...but the car behind me didn't.
WACK
OMG!
It happened again! What!? Do I have a big ass bumper stick on my car that has a target and says "Hit me I love dealing with my insurance agent!" So I just sat there at the light. Imagining all the bends and breaks that could be in my poor little car's bumper. And I was thinking of how I was going to have to deal with another person's crazy idea on how this accident was somehow my fault.
Then the guy that hit me got out of his car and walked up to my window. I hesitated and rolled down the window. The guy said "I'm SO SO SORRY!" Well that was unexpected...my poor car, do I even want to see how bad it was? They guy told me to pull into the next driveway so we could sort things out.
I was really worried. I mean it was bad enough to get in an accident, but I just got this car AND I was in a new city. I had no idea how to get around, I didn't know where I could get a new car, I didn't even have a clue of who I could call if I needed to be picked up.
When I pulled in I finally got the courage to look at my bumper. I got out of my car and the guy was in my face telling me how sorry he was, how he spilled something on himself. He looked down and when he looked up it was too late. Thanks a LOT Starbucks. I must admit I was about to laugh at him. He just kept apologizing. It didn't make sense. Didn't he know he wasn't supposed to admit guilt even if it was completely obvious.
But anyway, I got to the back of my car and there was no damage. I was surprised how hard he hit me that there was no damage. He gave me his card and told me that the address was old and the email didn't work. All very comforting. But I went on my way and had the dealership check it out. No damage they said. Which was great. But then they did a number on my front bumper putting my plates on. My poor car.
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Poor car? Poor Erin. I think its time to move back to Iowa. And Starbucks is closing a bunch of stores if that makes you feel better.
ooohh....starbucks....i will be sure to give my grande non-fat vanilla latte a really dirty look before revel in its smooth rich amazing goodness
Thanks for the support amanda. You stare down the latte, let it know you know and your not going to let it get away with it.
It's all Starbucks' fault! Damn them for being so accessible! They should close some of those stores!
Oh, wait...
Hmm, did a piece of Georgia tag along in your car, maybe that's the problem
Cars being broken is about the most inconvenient thing ever. I'd send you money toward the pop-up tent, but I'm saving for a pony to transport me to and from the car dealer.
Hmm, any trade schools in Seattle or Redmond? How about we just find you a mechanic who lives on your futon.
Justin your right, "a piece of Georgia tag along." Specifically it was my tags (what Georgia call plates) that tagged along. They were the last thing I had on my car that affiliated me with GA. The tags must have known I was getting rid of them and thought they should give me one more "ride." So yes I did have a big target on my bumper, it was my GA plates. But not no more! Those plates are gone and my WA plates are on! ya!
Ahh, then no more worries. All in the clear
hi....
bonne spoke and said :-( aww! from beyond the grave! see i posted! :-P
Let's all take a moment of silence for poor Bonne and Muffin who resided in Bonne's back seat.
Seriously, Erin, Seattle's not THAT dangerous... what are you doing? You really can manage not to get into too many accidents just living out here.... if you try!! =) Don't drive the sheep around too much. They might not be as hardy as you.
It's ok! Muffin lives! (Cause all cars have that back middle seat belt, so all cars have a Muffin :-D )
Well Rachel, if you haven't noticed, I'm a danger magnet. Hence the many post on this blog. But you bring me some bubble wrap and I'll try to be safer.
And a muffler! Except for my old 1982 Ford Granada. Fell right off while I was driving. But it was ok because my 5th grade teacher picked it up for me and drove it home.
("We're going to die...thunk thunk thunk!" You remember that Alyssa?)
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a sun chip for u :-D
Nummy...thanks. :)
hmmm...I think it's you...in fact...I now blame you for the time we spent 4 hours on the side of the interstate making daisy chains and playing cards because my car broke down...yup...definitely your fault
Well as I remember it, the cop that told us to move was kind of hot. I was just trying to get us dates. You know guys with handcuffs could be fun. ;)
first...that cop was waay too old...was I even 21 at the time? and second...I had a boyfriend...wasn't interested in dates...but at least you confirmed that you're desperate enough to sabotage your friend's car just so a hot guy will actually talk to you
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