So i'm on my way to Tabor, and i decided to dial tess to chat with her. To see if Mark had been deployed yet and how she was doing. Thought i would play a joke on her and tell her i had cashed her DG check. Meanwhile i'm in the left lane and the far left lane (the turning lane) is moving cause they have a green arrow and that always throws me off cause it makes me think i should be moving too. So i move, at a red light for me, and ram into the back of a a brand new silver jetta. I turned off my phone (i think) and huffed under my breath "damn it! i'm such an idiot!" My things had flown off the passenger seat to the floorboard and my cool purse was half hanging off the side of the seat so i must have hit her car pretty hard.
Her name was Brooke-full of grace- Stephens. I'm so thankful she was so nice, and that i didn't hurt her or her car (too bad) in my moment of distraction. We waited together for the police to come, we didn't know what to do or what # to call! We wanted to make sure we had notified the right people. She told me she was moving out of town to Charlotte, she just got engaged and seemed pretty excited to get married. She seemed like someone- if i would have met her at the DG we would have lots to talk about - i got the feeling she didn't want to be bestfriends. So i mirrored her she was answering my questions (i always ask a lot of questions) kinda looking down the street this way and that for the cop car like she was ready for the ordeal to be over- which i was too!!
So i did the same, kinda talked as i looked down the street and fanned my self trying to be cool. I am usually very focused when i meet someone i think i might connect with. Eye contact is a must. But not with Brooke. Altho she assured me it was ok and she had even done the same thing a while back i could tell she was annoyed and ready to get back into her perfect-until-i-hit-it-air-conditioned-car. I on the other hand just felt like a pile of poop. I'm standing in the road infront of her perfect jetta and my not-so-perfect-84 honda accord on lakeside drive in front of the Honda dealership. I'm actually in a "hurry" to go slow down at the tabor retreat center and that i'm already behind (my) schedule and cars driving by just feeling sorry for Brooke-full-of-grace-Stephens and thinking all sorts of ill towards me and my shitty car. According to my bumper sticker i'm having an out-of-money-experience. I called brian on my
funfriends covered cell phone to tell him what happen. He asked if he should come but i said i would be ok.
So finally the cop shows up and tells us that unless an accident has $1000 worth of damage or someone is injured it doesn't really need to be reported. He gave us his card and told me to call my insurance co with Brooke's info. She did ask me how long i had been married before she left so that was nice. I apologized one last time and we parted ways.
