It was raining. My hood was up on my coat as I dashed to the car dodging the chilly raindrops. As quickly as possible I got into the car. Tools for my work today, clipboard and book, tossed into the passenger seat. Grab the phone, hit the button to call my husband. Bluetooth is dialing as I settled into my seat putting on my seat belt. He answered ready to chat with me as I drive to the school I am working in today. This is the morning routine we have followed when I work out of town for the past four years.
However, the routine changed as I am backing out of the parking place. CRUNCH! My heart stopped as I looked through the rear window. Red tail lights met my eyes. Oh, what has happened? I gasped, my husband said, “What’s the matter?”
“I’ll call you back, I think I backed into a truck.” I grabbed an umbrella and jumped out of the car. Oh no, my bumper is dented and a little bit on the trunk lid. The truck had no sign of my attack on it. The driver got out and said, “I saw you backing and hoped you saw me.”
“No, I didn’t see you. I am so sorry.” (He was not in a parking place. He was perpendicular to parked cars.) He shrugged and said it’s okay. Then he got back into his truck and drove away. With a sick stomach I had to call my husband to tell him what has happened. I am so mad at myself, 110,000 miles with no incidents, now this. 😦
A moment can change the course of a day, or even a life. No one was hurt and the damage was not catastrophic, but it does make me look a bit more carefully every time I start to back up.