By 9 am, I'd already been in a car accident.
I had just dropped my kids off at school and was returning home on a perfectly clear day on dry pavement. I slowed down to take a right turn onto my road, and suddenly, the car behind me speeded up to pass me on the right by driving onto the shoulder of the road. Unfortunately, he didn't have room to pass because this pesky street sign got in the way, so he scraped one side of his car on the street sign and rammed his front bumper into the passenger side of my car. It was bizarre to have a whole car suddenly come up on the lawn next to me, almost as if he was deliberately trying to prevent me from turning.
We both got out of our cars to assess the damage. The driver was a younger man who seemed shaken up by the whole incident, and he kept saying, "Are you okay?"
I felt pretty calm because I'd been going so slow when the accident happened, and I'd barely felt his car hit. I was not hurt at all, and I could see that he wasn't either. I asked him, "How did that happen?"
He said, "I saw your directional, but somehow thought you were taking a left turn and I could squeeze by on the right." Um, yeah. Good plan.
He gave me his insurance information, and he kept saying, "I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you didn't get hurt."
Since I had my camera in the pocket of my pants, I took it out and snapped pictures of his vehicle, his license plate, and the tire tracks on the grass that showed the path of his vehicle. I well know how stories can change once claims adjusters start asking questions. He watched me curiously.
"You've got a camera?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I'm a blogger."
He looked at me again, and I could see he was trying to figure out what that meant.
Finally, he shrugged and reached out to shake my hand. "Well, nice to meet you."