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[chess]

Today was, overall, objectively, a good day.

I got up on time, I noticed that my hair needed washing and washed my hair, I rang Naath, I drove to Chelmsford without incident despite not being able to see for half the way because of the Bright Shining Sunlight and the non-transparancy of my windscreen (no windscreen washer ness). I cleaned my windscreen and drove to the Meadows without incident.

Then I hit someone's car trying to park, but I got out and I couldn't see any damage on it. (It appears I must have been completely blind at the time.)

Went and ate lots of nice Chinese food (mm, I'm probably dehydrated, that would explain a lot), including toffee banana fritters (which made us late for the movie, which didn't matter because Naath had ticketsies already), and I managed to spend the entire time talking about Christian politics in Cambridge, which was useful for me to get the distinctions straight in my own mind, if nothing else. It was even nicer because Naath was paying because of her messing up what time we were seeing the film and making me pay for ticketsies we weren't going to use. Then we went and saw RotK, which was decent to quite good. Then Naath's parents stole her, and I walked back to my car. On reaching into my bag to get the key out, I discovered some Christmas cards.

I looked at my watch, trying to determine if I could drive back to my village postbox in time for the 5pm collection. The answer was a rather emphatic 'no', especially due to rush-hour traffic and some accidents that Naath's parents had kindly informed me about. So I headed into town in search of a postbox. On entering the Meadows, I saw a middle-aged guy wearing a Royal Mail being-seen-waistcoat-thing. So I asked him where the nearest postbox was. He asked me how many letters I had, and I said 'a few', nervously, and he said 'A few bagfuls?' and I said, 'no, just a few' and took the cards out of my bag, and he said that he'd deal with them and took them. So I don't know if you'll get cards, but I think you will, because he looked reasonably kindly, and I skipped back to the car full of love for my fellow humans.

I got into my car, and saw that there was a note under my windscreen wipers. Thinking it was some kind of carpark-flyerer thing, I got out and retrieved it. It was a kind note from the people whose car I'd hit, informing me they'd informed the police and would I kindly ring them?

This worried me rather, so I phoned my mother, who reassured me that I should just come home and we'd deal with it then. I then proceeded to drive out of Meadows without any lights, suddenly realising the situation when I suddenly couldn't see anything. Having turned the lights on, I ascertained that the not seeing anything problem was not with the lights. Driving down the middle of Chelmsford in rush hour without being able to see out of the windscreen is Not Fun. After a few attempts, I found a combination of things that let me see (windscreen wipers, heater on full, ducking down to see out the little cleared spot). Still not fun.

Of course, then I got home and realised I had to pack / tidy my room, which seemed to be these insurmountable difficulties. So I got stressed. I think also the dehydration thing helped rather, but I can't tell which of 'parents going out shopping, hence removing people I have to interact with' and 'drinking a litre of water' has actually dealt with the mood.

And now I need to go and do the rest of Stuff That Needs Doing, or I'll get even more upset when parents walk in and have a quite rightful go at me for having sat on the computer rather than doing the stuff they asked me to do.

Comments

[dr-vannacutt.livejournal.com]

Dont worry. The people are prolly morons your insurance company will tell them where to go.

And atleast your first accident (well yes it sort of is but dont worry you didnt see the state of my mates car) didnt involve tareing your leg open and a right off ;-)

And whatever happened if you coulnt see any damage in the adrenilined aftermath of a bump then i dont know what there complaining about.

Some people are like that dont let it worry you ;-)

And unfortuneatly i have had rather more experince of crashing then everyone else. well accept this bloke Drak i know but thats another story.

Take care and have a fantastic christmas ;-)

[chess]

Nah, the other people are perfectly justified; I managed to leave a lovely red line up the side of their bumper, which is matched by a lovely silver line up mine, neither of which I spotted due to being blind...

[dr-vannacutt.livejournal.com]

LOL silly people with expencive cars seem to worry far too much about their bumpers. My dad has made extra room to park using his bumper and some clever clutch work ;-)

Your insurance company will prolly tell them where to go for such a minor thing.

I wouldnt worry this is life and we lern from our mistakes... well it took me 3 severed knees to work it out but there we go ;-)

Hope it all works out. Let me know what happens.

[theinquisitor.livejournal.com]

I never understood painted bumpers.

I mean... why make a bit designed to hit things gently, and then put a finish on it, so you can't?

/me has bumped a fence once, but with a low-tech plastic bumper, hence not causing problems.

[dreema.livejournal.com]

I once put a V shaped dent in a metal bumper. One visit to a scrappy and removal of 4 bolts later, it was as good as new :)

[ahsu.livejournal.com]

You know, I think all drivers are a bit nervous until they've finally done *something* wrong behind the wheel. Scraping gently along the bumper is pretty mild, and it's easy enough to miss if you're already upset because you bumped. I doubt the other folks are upset with you -- they're just doing things in the right order in case they need to make an insurance claim to have the scratch polished out.

I 'mind me of the time when smplmn and I were just a pair of young things, just beginning to date, when he, um, "impressed" me by backing out of my parents' driveway and running into the low stone wall on the other side of the street. ***SCRRRRUNCH*** Ooops ... of course, he was driving a beater, so one more set of scrapes and dents didn't make much of a difference; it wasn't the car I was dating, for sure.

Now me, I was in a relatively new car, my own, when I had a little brain fart and ran a red light. Unfortunately, I did it at the same time that an Amoroso Bread delivery truck was legitimately going through the opposing green. Itty-bitty Honda Civic, great big delivery truck. Bad, bad decision. Amazingly, I came out of it with no more than a bruise from my seat belt and some abused neck muscles (although the car was in considerably worse shape -- I didn't *quite* manage to total it.)

So take the lesson you learned about how far the car really is from other solid objects, and go on. It's not the end of the world.

[icyflower.livejournal.com]

Have a Merry Christmas! :)