A fitting end to an emotionally draining week: Standing on the shoulder of interstate 75 during rush hour traffic in Atlanta waiting on the policeman because a big bucket-type truck has just rear ended my van.
And, oh yeah, I was crying (big surprise there).
One consolation: I think I am single handedly keeping the local body shop in business. I’m thinking they are all getting Christmas bonuses this year.
Perhaps I ought to get a plaque or something, you know, “Most Visits in a Year” or “The Loyal Customer Award” or “She Who Keeps On Coming Back Again and Again Because She Has the Worst Luck That Is If She Believed In Luck.”