oops

well, today marked a semi-monumental day in my life. i got into my first legit car accident. back in high school, i knocked the bumper off my old red volvo, but insurance wasn't involved, and there was no damage to the other car, so i don't count that. sidenote: everyone in high school was totally envious of my sweet ride: false. pretty sure i was the only one without a mustang.

anyway, i was driving home from work and headed to the bank to deposit my paycheck. i went to change lanes, looked, didn't see anyone, went to move over, and either i completely didn't see the car or it sped up - nevertheless, i sideswiped him...

so we pull over, and this kid who looks 14 gets out of the car. we're both fine - it was a super minor crash. he asks for my insurance, which i already have out. instead of us just switching info, he says he first needs to go call his mom because this is his first wreck. apparently mommy told him to call the cops. after waiting around for an eternity in 98 degree weather, the cop and his mom show up on the scene. the cop got both our stories and looked at our cars. he was rather annoyed that this kid decided to involve him whenever it was a minor crash. honestly though, i was glad he was there because i would NOT have wanted to deal with that kid's mom by myself. mediator = great.

anyway, so once again i offer my insurance information. at this point, we have been standing around 30 minutes. instead of switching info and moving on with our lives, his mom insists that we wait for her to call in the claim. seriously?! i'm annoyed. cop is annoyed. cop threatens me with a ticket because she is taking too long (apparently if an accident report is written and a ticket issued, the person at fault gets the ticket even if they weren't the ones to involve the cops)... 30 minutes LATER, we finally wrap things up.

oh, i forgot to mention the best part. the kid was driving a buick lesabre. AND it was purple. pretty sure he was trying to get in a wreck just so he could total it and get an upgrade. can't blame him. it looked something like this:

it was certainly no match for my beautifully engineered german car.

while the jetta emerged relatively unscathed (except for a dent by the front tire and a few small scratches), his buick was not quite as lucky. i made him show me what all happened so i would know when i talked to insurance, and i asked that he point out what was pre-existing (but of course NOTHING was there before) - funniest thing was that he was concerned that his buick emblem got scratched. really?! i could understand if i broke off someone's mercedes symbol, but are we really crying over the buick symbol? -- lesson: vws are sturdy. lesabres are not.

anyway, all is well, and my parents were overly chill about the whole thing. it actually ended up being a good night. dad got take-out kabob, our cousins came over, and we booked our plane tickets to pennsylvania for thanksgiving! absolutely cannot wait to go enjoy cool weather!