So on my way to work this morning, I got into a car accident. One of three cars involved! Westbound on Franklin, just past the light on Third, and the first car stopped for the construction they’ve got going on, and the car in front of me rear-ended the first car, stopping up short, and I had to hit my brakes—but still rear-ended the second car. A three car pile-up. Sort of.
Anyway, I’m fine, no injuries, just smashed up the front of our Honda Odyssey real good (but the engine seems to be fine, so that’s good). The other two drivers are fine, too, so everybody came out of it shaken but unscathed.
Yep, it all sucks. The car is at the shop now, waiting for a damage estimate, and I’m dealing with insurance and paperwork and all that fun stuff.
What I find amusing, is everyone’s reaction: first is the natural, “Are you okay?” question; that’s been followed up with, “It wasn’t the new car, was it?”
(No, it was the older car.)
