Okay, calamity is a bit too strong of a word. Mishap would perhaps be more apropos.
On my way back from the annual Cornerstone Barn Dance (which was quite a lot of fun) my beloved Auto Von Bismarck (ie the car) was t-boned. There was a slight impact while the girl who hit me was attempting to cross the street (in her car). She admitted fault, the cops were called, pictures taken, etc. etc. She hit my passenger-side rear wheel well, which I think is pretty much surfacey (unless the axle got crunched … )
I fought off the urge to yell and be angry and left all that ugliness to the plaintiff’s father, who hopefully has been called by now.
No one was hurt thankfully but it was pretty annoying to be sure. I hope that there isn’t an issue getting her insurance to pay out. My insurance company, Progressive is taking pretty good care of me in the mean time. They gave me the option to fast-track my repairs by going to a pre-selected repair shop. After that, they’ll handle shaking the dollars out of the other company (which is my least favorite part of being in an accident—this hopefully reveals that I’ve never been in any serious automobile accidents).
The lesson here: don’t cross busy streets in the rain if you can avoid it, merge onto traffic and go around the frickin’ block!
No! Not the Wagon of the People!?!?
Sadly Auto has some scarring.