Mad Dawg I'm Not Dead Yet.
Monday, December 24, 2018
Well... whenever I recover from a particularly vile illness or have a close call, this scene from Monty Python's Holy Grail comes to mind:
So, that is how I felt when I narrowly missed being killed. I was standing Next. To. My. Car. on the sidewalk, talking with a colleague after a meeting. We were doing the post-meeting round up. My back was to my car, he was facing it. It was a gorgeous day near the end of August. There was a tremendous bang. I felt the breeze on my legs from the impact. I turned around and saw a grey car that was smashed. The drivers of other cars were already out of their vehicles checking on the driver of the truck. I rushed to see how the driver of the grey car was, but there was no one there. I couldn't understand. I rushed to the truck and the other people told me to call 911. As I was dialing, I asked my colleague where the driver of the other car was, and he said, "That's your car!"
As you can see, my full-sized sedan looked like a compact car. The driver of the truck was in diabetic shock and literally drove right into the back of my parked car. He didn't brake at all. The impact pushed my car 100 feet from where it was parked. Sparkers, My colleague and I were wrapping up our conversation and I was about to walk to the trunk of my car to toss my briefcase in it. I wasn't as freaked out as you'd think because I didn't see it and it took me 2 minutes to figure out that it was my car. The poor man who was driving was hurt. Banged his head on the steering wheel and I'll bet he has back and neck problems.
I feel nothing but gratitude that I wasn't hurt. It's only a car. That's what insurance is for, right?
Time for me to head out, Sparkers. I'm going to a friend's house for lunch.
I'm happy to be back. I missed all of you and I'm so happy that you have been commenting on my blog and sending notes.
Merry Christmas to all of you!