The Best Accident.

Last week, I may or may not have gotten into a fender bender (more like a fender crusher for my car). The couple I hit was on their way to Golden Corral. They were super nice. We talked about Jesus while we waited for the policeman to show. The entire time I was writing down my information, my body was shaking. It was uncontrollable. It didn't occur to me to call anyone, until I couldn't find my insurance card.

So, I called my dad. We got my information, then concluded our phone call. Short and sweet. Tearless.

The next day, as I was taking my car around getting to damages priced, the cost of my careless driving hit me. It was in the form of a rather large sum of money to repair my car. I held it together, acted like a big girl, then told the lovely lady behind the desk that I would think about it (and by "think about it" I really meant call my dad for advice).

I hopped back in my car, and the tears came flowing down my cheeks. None of this should have happened. I shouldn't have been in this position. It was stupid. I called my dad crying, for the first time ever. When I gave him the estimate, he didn't freak out, he just said that it would be ok.

My summer savings would be depleted because of this awful accident.

But, a midst all this ruckus, everything worked out perfectly. My grandpa is letting me drive his late '80s Chevy truck. I got paid for a job I forgot about (and that alone will pay for the damage on my car). And, it's all good. This was an awful experience that I would never in a million years wish on myself ever again. But, since it did happen, and there's nothing I can do about it, I can safely say that this was the best car accident.