I’ve got a surplus of adrenaline. I can’t stop shaking and it’s pissing me off because I am such a sissy. Ugh! Erin, get over yourself.

I just got off the phone with the insurance company of the guy who hit my car. I gave my statement and all that. The lady I talked to was very pleasant and I appreciate that being that I’ve never been in an accident before.

I’m quite glad that I went to talk to my insurance people yesterday though, because while I was there I drew out a map explaining how the accident occurred which I used as a reference for the phone call. I think she was impressed by how I knew the east west directions for all the vehicles. I know I’m glad that I’d already sketched things out. I didn’t even um or uh once! Which is very good considering that I have an age that tends to be looked down upon by insurance agencies and other people in general.

But let’s start this story at the beginning so that everyone can get caught up.

Wednesday. I had just gotten off work and was driving to pick up Jasbaz from daycare. I was driving along, being all cautious like always, and stopped at the stop sign and waited for traffic to clear on the perpendicular one way street I was going to cross. A silver SUV stopped at the same time as me, so when traffic cleared I left her go first. Then I checked and the way was clear so I made my way through the intersection. Funny thing is, the purple Malibu behind her was so busy checking the traffic on the one way street that he didn’t even see me crossing the street. So he ran into Prixy. HE RAN INTO PRIXY WITH HIS MALIBU! It’s on, bitches.

Bumpers crumpled, my heart rate lept into overdrive and we both pulled up further into the street we had started on and out of the one way street. I’ll draw a picture so you can understand. Sometimes my words just fall out of my mouth and sound crazy. It happens.

ANYWAY! So I get out of the car, grabbing my purse and walk over to his car. I kind of throw out of my hands and say, “You didn’t see me?!”. He said no then he pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing down his information. I pull out my trusty pink notebook (encased by two rubberbands so the occasional paperwork doesn’t fall out) and do the same. We kind of small chat but in very minimal amounts, both of us feeling awkward and not wanting to upset the other (my god, it would figure that two worry warts crash into each other). Yadda yadda.

Everything is as fine as the situation could be until he asks my age. Um, excuse me? He looked about 23-26 and was the metrosexual type, looked like he worked in a bank. Hair gel, purple shirt, purple car. YOU CRASHED INTO ME AND YOU ARE TRYING TO PULL THE AGE CARD? I answered 21 and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t ask the question back, how rude, but it definitely aggravated me.

Then I call my agent on the phone and check to see what else I need to get. She recommends getting a cop but I figured since we’d already exchanged info that the cop wouldn’t do much and I’d rather he or she be fighting crime and saving kittens than messing with our paperwork.

In hindsight, I should have called the cop anyway, but I was running late to pick up Jasbaz and hormones were serging like crazy. And you know why, because someone had damaged Prixy’s bumper! Her headlights work though, she wasn’t blinded.

Anyway.

Thursday. I have the day off thanks to our super economy and legions of broke people, so I hurry off to chat with my agent after my psychology class. I ended up talking to her receptionist/assistant agent and we covered the entire accident, made an account of it, drew the map. I showed her pictures of poor Prixy and she ooed and awed with me. That lady was awesome. She made me feel much better.

I even had her call and talk to his agent to get the ball rolling. Apparently he hadn’t called to set up the claim yet, so she got everything going. And she told me that she definitely didn’t think it was my fault but that we should have had a cop there to take our statements because then there would have been the third party. So if this guy decides to change his story there would be a check in the system. Oops.

But he better be nice because I’m pretty sure I know where he works. When I went to pick Jasbaz up yesterday, he ended up pulling out behind me. It was such a dramatic drive. I drove slower than normal and he stayed three car lengths back the whole time. I ended up catching all green lights and was kind of miffed about that.

I wasn’t going to rough him up or anything, get real, but I wanted him to see Jasbaz in her car seat and my crumpled bumper. I wanted the empathy and sympathy factors to rocket through the roof. As it is, I just hope he doesn’t think I’m a psycho stalker. There was a reason I was on that road, I take it almost every day!

Anyway. I get to take my car to one of the local dealerships for an estimate on repair. And when my nice agent assistant lady came out to look at Prixy, she definitely said it was going to cost a big hunk of change. But she was glad at least that my lights worked. Hopefully nothing internal is busted, but I doubt it since I’ve been driving it since without any unusual noises or concerns. I’ll probably need an alignment though.

I was initially going to write this post in my A Letter To format and trash the hell out of that guy, but I changed my mind. I just want to put forward good karma. I know he didn’t intentionally crash into me, I’m sure he loves his car too. Still. He ruined my perfect driving record.

Oh, I’ve stopped shaking. Yay. And that reminds me of an incident that happened at the end of the summer last year. Some lady accidentally rearended me, we were all at a stop light and I think she just took her foot off the brake pedal or something.

And do you know what I asked her? The first question? ‘Are you okay?’ WHY WOULD I ASK HER THAT WHEN SHE CRASHED INTO ME? I don’t know. I just can’t seem to get mad at people when they are standing in front of me. I always have to be polite and friendly. Even though I want to yell and rage, I don’t. I have a complex.

I spent all of yesterday trying to get rid of my pent up animosity in positive ways. I took Kayla to the dog park (it’s really big, a few acres) and we ran all over the place. Then we came home and I did some gardening.

I planted two rose bush roots that I bought from Lowes a while ago. I planted the one miraculous morning glory that somehow survived when no other seedlings did. I moved around a lot of dead leaves and formed two flower beds. I found a dead baby bunny. SADDEST THING TO FIND IN YOUR GARDEN EVER. He was so small and furry with his little paws up by his little face. I covered him back up with leaves and had Andy take care of him when he got home. I didn’t want to throw him in the garbage, but I wasn’t going to touch him either.

I tried relaxing by playing music. I played my flute. I played on my violin and made a nice little song. Then I tried to tune the violin and broke a string. I had to resort to my Shamira bellydance dvd to calm down after that.

Now I’m good though. Now I’m good. At least, for the moment. And the dealership I’m going to be taking Prixy to has a policy where they give you a bar of chocolate when you come and get work done. I KNOW! So I’m looking forward to that. Hopefully they’ll still give me the bar of chocolate even for an estimate. Maybe if I cry a little. I bet I could dredge up some tears for a good cause.