There's this spot where the road merges (to the right) with the freeway feeder. The car in front of me stopped, so I stopped; he went, I went, then paused - a little red car came *screaming* from nowhere.
Well, *I* paused - the car behind me, obviously, didn't. WHAM. I was on the phone with J - he said "What was that?" "ummmm....my van was hit."
So, we pull off - idiot driver is totally apologetic. His Isuzu Trooper is leaking red stuff from between the front wheels....it's his son's, supposedly. He's very apologetic.....and, geez - his insurance is in his other car. Yea.
So, I got his DL#, his address, and his work info. J. has called the house once - he's not home (yet). We'll see where it goes.....
At least the van is drivable, and I'm (as of right now) OK. But, my poor van - I've *never* had an accident before; this is my very first new - only - me - driver car.....:sigh:
I need chocolate. And sex. The first can be procured now...the 2nd has to wait until the kids go to bed.