I have to post this so I can look back someday and remember what the first car wreck I ever got into looked like. I know the first thing you're thinking is "who's fault was that?" Okay, I'll admit that it was my fault, though it really wasn't as bad as it looked- really. I was at the 1000 No. light waiting to go through and get on the freeway. The light went green and the line of cars started to move. It was raining and Maycie was whining for a treat- she knew I had a bag of peachie Os on the front seat. I was fishing one out for her (stupid peachie Os!!), and when I looked up, I saw that the vehicle ahead of me had stopped suddenly. I slammed on my brakes and swerved, but didn't have time to miss it completely. I smacked the corner of it's bumper going about 15 miles an hour. Well, the police officer said that judging by my skid mark, I was definitely going less than 20, so I'll just say about 15 because that sounds better, doesn't it? Anyways, because of the low speed, nobody was hurt so I was very grateful, and I was glad that it was my car that got the brunt of it instead of the poor girl's rodeo that I hit. She was super nice about it and told me not to worry- she even thought it was kind of funny because it was April Fool's Day and now she had a good excuse to be late to work. I thought it was kind of funny because I couldn't open my driver's side door and it took me about 5 minutes to figure out that I could get out of my car if I just crawled out through the passenger side door. The police officer was great, too- he told me he'd let me go to traffic school so the ticket I got would disappear. Don't feel too bad for me- traffic school ended up being pretty fun, and I got a rare chance to drive a minivan rental for a while during my Expedition's time in the shop (14 days!). The worst part of the whole experience ended up being the bill I had to pay, which really stunk. Hopefully, this will be the last time I'll ever have to pay one of those!
