Admittedly, I am not the best driver. I'm easily distracted. My mind wanders. I get wrapped in my thoughts. And all of this is not in the least conducive to keeping my attention on the roadway. Honestly, it is pretty amazing that the only car accident I caused took place when I was 16 years old when I ran a red light and hit another car. Oops.
Unfortunately today my 14 year accident free streak (well accidents that were my fault) ended. I was driving through the mall parking lot and slowing to a stop. I looked down in my console for change, when instead of stopping on time I hit the car in front of me leaving a nice outline of my front license plate in her back bumper. The only damage to my car was to the license plate. Nobody was hurt, which isn't surprising as I couldn't have been going more than 5 miles an hour at the absolute most. Understandably she was pretty upset at my negligence at first, but calmed down pretty quickly. I'm sure that being obviously pregnant didn't hurt...how mad can you get at 8 month pregnant woman who sorrowfully professes all responsibility? I asked her to call me with a quote of how much it would cost to fix, because if its not terribly expensive I'd rather pay than go through the insurance.
So after she left I called Jeramy and burst into tears. I was sure he would be furious...he's always getting after me about my poor driving. Luckily, he was very nice about it and just told me to calm down so that I could drive home safely. So I came home and cried some more. In the grand scheme of things it's a very minor accident, but I can't help overreacting. Maybe its pregnancy hormones, but more likely its my own tendency to blow such things out of proportion. I can't help but think that I've totally screwed up my insurance record, which will lead to higher rates, which makes it harder to pay all the bills, which leads us into bankruptcy. Okay, maybe our financial situation isn't nearly so precarious. But you get the gist of how my mind operates. Anyhow, I've been soothing my anxiety with Ben & Jerry's Half Baked, because ice cream with cookie dough and brownies can solve any problem.
There is mildly amusing note to all of this. The lady had a daughter with her about 4 years old or so. The little girl kept asking her mom why I did this to them. Her mom would answer that it was just an accident and those happen sometimes. That response just didn't sit well with her though especially given her mom's initial angry reaction, and she kept going through it with her mom question after question. If I hadn't been so upset, I'm sure I would have had a good chuckle as the child's innocent questioning and astonishment at my horribleness for hitting them was rather disarming.