bad driver. BAD.
I’m not the best driver. But to my credit I only hit stationary and inanimate objects. So you’re completely in luck if you’re a person or animal. Not so lucky if you’re a parked car or mailbox.
Two weeks ago I accidently hit an air duct while backing into a parking space in an underground parking garage. It was really dark and the duct cut 3 feet off the parking space. Obviously I didn’t see it and the result of my carelessness is a nice sized dent on the back of my car (which we just finished paying off last month).
The worst thing was telling Glenn. And even worse is that this isn’t the first time I’ve had to tell him I’ve had an accident. And even worse than that was when I plowed into his next door neighbor’s car while he was watching.
It was early in the relationship and I just bought a new car and was driving over to show it to him. It was autumn and a really bright day with all the leaves falling from the trees and swirling around in the wind. I had just turned down his street and half a block from his house a huge leaf blew in front of my car and I mistook it for an adorable little kitten. Not wanting to get fresh kitten blood on my brand new car (thus opening the door for demonic posession after being annointed with the blood of innocents) I swerved dramatically to the right and smashed into the back quarter panel of Glenn’s neighbor’s truck (which was also new).
Glenn was either looking out the window or standing on the porch and saw the whole thing. To this day, it’s one of his favorite moments of my lameness.