I’m beginning to worry that my boss is going to think that I’m accident-prone.
I mean — looks at bruises — I AM accident-prone, but that’s different. That’s what my dad liked to call “navigating by the bump method.”
I mean more, “oops, it’s been a year, Lyn got in another car accident.”
I’m fine! I’m fine, Mr. Thorne is fine, the people in the other car are fine, everyone is fine.
(Balrogie, my car, is… not quite so fine, but he’ll be okay!)
In short: the intersection was a mess, nobody could see anything, and someone ran a red light into me. Continue reading