Okay…so I did some thinking. And ultimately, I decided that I just can’t stop writing. Even though I’m just getting started and I usually don’t do much more than ramble on here…I love it. After throwing out the idea of just not writing anymore, I considered just starting a new blog…changing the name and all of that and just not telling ANYONE. Thought a little bit more and realized that there was a reason I chose the name for this one. I like it and it’s the one I want. So, after several vodka shots and a few glasses of wine I got over it and here I am.
There are a couple of things that I need to get out and write about. However, I can only talk about one at the present time. So…I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. Just a quick stop…in and out…before going to a friend’s house. (So we could make our run to the liquor store) I get in my car…put it in reverse…of course I looked behind me…made sure nothing was coming and all of that…and proceeded to back out of my spot. But SOMETHING happened and I hear (and feel) a rather startling boom. Where did it come from? I LOOKED! Some chick had backed out and hit me. How is it possible that I didn’t see her and she didn’t see me??? I have no idea. But that’s the way the cookie crumbled. After sitting there for what felt like an eternity but in actuality was probably about 8 seconds….I pulled back into my spot and put Tangie in park. Threw open my door and just sat there. [Thinking: This can't be happening. Did someone really just hit my car? Damn...I'm glad I have insurance...wait....I HOPE THEY HAVE INSURANCE. I'm scared to even look.] I finally snap out of it and realize she is walking up to me. Mind you, it was dark outside. THEN the first thing that popped into my head is-> Is she angry? Is she coming to hit me? I look up and here’s this fairly tall, fragile looking chick who looks like she’s scared half to death.
Fragile chick: Oh my God are you okay?
Me: I’m fine. Are you okay?
Fragile chick: This cannot be happening to me. I can’t deal with this right now. I can’t handle this. I don’t know what to do. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. I’m so sorry.
Me: Calm down.
Fragile chick proceedes to ramble on and on in hysterics about how she can’t handle this…she didn’t see me and she doesn’t know what to do.
Me: Well do you have insurance?
Fragile chick officially breaks down.
Fragile chick: It’s not my car! I don’t know. I don’t have anything. ->Then proceeds to tell me that someone hit her and totaled her car last week. She’s getting a new car on Friday. She’s not from here. Just…telling me all kinds of stuff.
Me: Well is there anyone you can call?
She tells me the story about who’s car she is driving and why the let her keep it and so on and so on.
The poor girl was really and truly freaking out. I mean, she was almost on her knees crying. And I just kept saying…”It’s okay. It’s just a car.” (Talking about my car cause the car she was driving didn’t have any damage.)
She continues to freak out and talk about how God is testing her because she’s failing at everything and she tries not to ask questions because you’re not supposed to.
Long story short (or maybe not short enough) I secretly got the license plate number. She gave me her name and phone number. (She assured me it was her real name and number) She told me to feel free to call her and that she would work it off to pay to get it fixed. I just had to let her go. It’s a nice sized dent and all but I really felt like she had been going through alot. NOONE could pull off those tears. She hugged me for like…EVER…told me I didn’t know how much that meant to her and I finally convinced her that I was okay…everything was okay. Wished her the best and got into my car. I made sure I let her back out BEFORE me. I double timed it to my friend’s place cause I couldn’t get to that liquor store fast enough. As soon as I got back from the liquor store I hopped on Facebook to make sure she gave me her real name. She did. Today I sent her a text message just to make sure she was okay. What I got back was a six page message about God and how blessed she is. Nothing wrong with that…just unexpected.
But anyway…here I am. WELCOM BACK SHANN! EH?
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