I have been putting off writing this but now it’s Friday night and I should just sit down and do it.
Tuesday: I was driving Kathy and myself to our band concert in Kennett Square. We were trying to take some sort of shortcut, and were running a little late. At an intersection, this guy rear-ends me. Perfect. We both pulled over and exchange info. He’s in the Auxiliary Coast Guard or something, probably in his 60s, and was a little apologetic but also kind of chatty. He kept commenting on my address, the fact that we were on our way to a concert, and whatever else. There was no real visable damage to either car besides a little of my paint on his bumper, and my car seemed to be driving fine, so we continued on to the concert (arrived right on time, still!), and then I drove home afterwards. Before the concert, Carole asked me if my foot was on the brake pedal when I was hit. Why, yes it was (as I was stopped at an intersection). She said she’d been rear-ended while her foot was on the brake, and though she felt fine the first day, the second day she could hardly walk, and she had some leg and back injuries. By the time I got home, my right knee was starting to feel a little swollen, and I put some ice on it before bed.
Wednesday: I took my car to the Ford dealership near work for them to put it up on the lift and just check to make sure there was no real damage. It took over an hour, but they finally came back and told me that one of the brackets that holds the bumper to the body of the car, and absorbs shock upon impact, was crushed. So actually, it did exactly what it was supposed to do when I was hit. They don’t do body work at the dealership, but they referred me to a body shop down the road. After checking back in at work and deciding to take the rest of the afternoon off, I went to the body shop. One of the guys came out and took a look at my car, at which time I finally found where the paint came off my bumper! I thought I’d been hit more in the center of the bumper, but the paint was missing from the corner of the bumper on the driver’s side (i.e., I got most of the force of the impact, and that’s why Kathy felt totally fine). The body shop guy said they couldn’t do any work or give an estimate right then – I would have to call the insurance company of the guy who hit me. I called there when I got home and reported all my information. Then my mom and I went to Target and some other places (got a new weed wacker!). GG called while we were still out, and said someone from the insurance company had called for me at home. I still have no idea how they got my home phone number, because I never give it out and only use my cell phone number. I hadn’t even called from the home phone when I called to report the accident, and my name isn’t even on our phone bill. Weird.
Thursday: Called the insurance guy back and basically retold the entire story and gave all the same information I’d given the night before. He said nothing could be done until they got in touch with the guy that hit me (“their insured”). Thursday night my company had rented out the Elmwood Park Zoo, and GG and I spent about an hour there (it’s a small zoo). I took lots of photos which I will try to link to later. Also, some really funny videos of sheep, which were so noisy! My knee was feeling a lot better, but I still iced it while we watched The Office because although it doesn’t really feel swollen, it feels less bony than the other one.
Friday: The insurance guy called and said they’d been able to get in touch with their insured and he accepted responsibility for the accident (no duh!), so the next thing was for me to get an estimate. There were several body shops in the area that are approved by the insurance company to do the estimates themselves and then do the work. One of them was really convenient to me in KoP (actually, that was the dealership where we got my first car, the Cavalier), so I told him I’d go there, and he sent my paperwork over. Then I called the body shop and made an appointment to take my car for the estimate at 1:30. Luckily, Fridays are half-days at work..! After work, I met my mom and brother for lunch to celebrate his 20th birthday! (I have pictures from that, too.) Lunch ran late because of slow service at the restaurant, so I didn’t actually get to the body shop until more like 2:00. It was no problem, though. The guy who does the insurance estimates came out and looked all around, crawled underneath, and took notes and lots of pictures. Then we went back to his office and he wrote everything up. On July 9th I’ll be bringing my car back to get fixed! Yay! I also need to arrange for a rental car, which the insurance guy said he’d reserve for me when I called him back about the estimate. But, I still need to call Enterprise a week before I’m going to need the car, just to remind them and make sure they’ll have it on hand. So… what is the point of reserving one? Also, I’m on their web site right now, and why do they charge an additional $40 if you’re under 25? Not that I’m paying, so it doesn’t matter at all, but it doesn’t seem fair because at the time that I rent it, I will be two months away from being 25, and anyway I’m probably more responsible than a lot of 30-year olds, but whatever.
So the moral of the story is, some senior citizen hits my car, which was totally not my fault, yet I’m the one who has to do all the running-around, phone calling, appointment-making, and is generally inconvenienced for several weeks. Plus until I get the car fixed, I’m kind of nervous driving because I have basically 50% protection in case someone rear-ends me again. I know it could have been worse, much worse, but gah! I’m still ticked!
Also, when I came home I mowed the grass with that new reel lawn mower we got from the guy on Freecycle last week. It worked really well! Our grass was pretty tall, so I had to go back over everything a couple times, but it’s all uniformly short now! Thing is, it wasn’t really super hot out, and we have maybe 500 sq. ft. of grass to mow, and it wasn’t all that difficult, but I was literally dripping with sweat by the time I came in! It’s taken me a shower and about six hours just to get back to feeling relatively normal. GG is playing on the Jersey shore tonight (and tomorrow… and Sunday…), but when he’s home tomorrow he said he’ll use that new weed wacker around the edges, so maybe soon we’ll have an acceptable looking grass patch – I mean, yard.