Karma is a Bitch
So, after a delightful morning of freezing my feet and feeling invigorated watching The Midget Girls and Boys speed skate, Victor and I had some amazing potato pancakes at Perkins. Victor and I were in good form with friendship vibes hmmming and conversation flowing. I love just trying out things like watching a junior speed skating tournament with my friends Victor and Ron (Ron don't move! We have a such a good thing going). Victor drove, so he dropped me back off at home and we said our goodbyes and I beelined it upstairs and into the bathroom. Then the door buzzes. DAMN! I guess it might be Victor, and I don't believe in talking whilst in the bathroom on the phone, so I texted him, "Did you just buzz the door?" "Yes" "Ok I will be down in just a little bit" "Ok" I get downstairs and Victor is standing outside in the cold instead of in the little foyer area by the mailboxes. "Your car has been hit and there is a note on your windshield." I let him know I would check it out, and honestly I was planning out checking it out later, but I got the sense that Victor was not giong to head off yet. So, I put back on my shoes and jacket and walked with Victor to my car. Now I wish I had a digital camera because a picture would be so much better. My driver side bumper is completely gone with the wire that was attached to the tail light dangling lifelessly. The frame is caved in with the tire off the axel at a 45 degree angle and flat. Then it gets artistic. The gas gage is scrapped up into a peak that an ant could ski jump off of and a pile of fill up the gaping dent that goes until the driver side door for it to land in. Don't believe me? Ask Victor (maybe I should insert his number here so everyone can call him. I know bad joke.) The car is not drivable.So, the family knows and some friends know, and I did have a blue card on my front windshield that tells me my police report number. I know there was an accident, but I don't know what happened yet. I also don't know if there is any insurance on the end of the person who hit my car. I am going to get the police report today on the way to my doctor appointment and find out. I honestly think the cosmos needed to ground me for a bit. :)
posted by makeisweet @ 8:46 AM
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I heard a helicopter crashed at the intersection of 36th and Lyndale and the car it hit was split in half and the drivers side careened into your car and caused half of the damage and then the other half of the damage was caused by the passenger side of the car. It was unclear to me which side did what damage. Everyone walked away from the accident just fine.
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