So, there I am bopping off to school in my car. I start through and intersection and a little red car apparently doesn't see me and clips the driver side of my car, turn the corner and head on up the highway. I thought I would never see that car again. I pulled over, put on my hazards and before long, a sheriff sees me and pulls over to help. When I got out of my car, a lady yells out of her car--It was the red cars fault! He calls the city cops and a motor cycle cop comes pretty quick. I tell him I'm ok and the other car left. I frantically call Brad to please come help and I called the secretary at school to tell her I would probably be late to school. She thought I was joking, because I play practical jokes on her all the time. Mmmm remind you of the story of the little boy who cried wolf? Well, anyway, this cute old man, who was a good samaritan said he didn't see the accident, but heard it and stayed around to see if he could help. So I look up and he is waving his arms frantically in the air and pointing. Well, I look over and the little red car who I thought had hit and ran had come back and was in the parking lot across the road. So the cop has me drive my car over to the parking lot---but my driver door wouldn't open, so I had to keep climbing over to the passenger seat to get in and out. So he took my statement. He told us that she admitted to having not seen me. So, she got a ticket. I was so glad she came back and admitted she was wrong, because everyother person who had seen it happen had already driven off. So, by now, I was really shaking and crying and I asked Brad to follow me to school and he did. What a crappy way to start the week! Smooth move ex-lax!
