Bumper-kiss

Yes, yes, I willlll finish that ten-day challenge.
Soon.
But I have better news.
I was in an "accident" today.
I didn't die, of course.

I just felt terrible about it.

Also, don't worry, no one else died.
Here's the sitch:
I'm riding in the car with my sisters, running errands.
A car in front of me decides to stop in the middle of the road.
I put on my brakes as fast as possible, but just as I was almost to a total stop, a foot from his car, my car decided to roll forward and touch his bumper.
There wasn't even a backlash from the bump.
There was no sickening crunching sound either.
I felt relief. 

Then the man pulled forward, hazards on, and got out of his car.
I couldn't see any damage.
I turned on my hazards and got out.

He pointed to a dent in his bumper, and it was indeed a dent from me.


After lots of pondering what to do next, we finally worked everything out. I'll spare you the details. I was amply freaked out. There was lots of phone calling, and the man told me at least five times that he "worked for the city", though he didn't mention his position...for all I know it could have been, "sanitation worker".

I can't tell you how shook up I felt after the ordeal.
I had dinged this guy's car, not a huge deal, I know, but, still.

It's not like I had killed someone, or robbed a store, or eaten poison mushrooms.
This experience rocked my world, because it was something totally foreign to me.
The whole thing was surreal. I felt like I left my body, and that I was just watching myself. Weeeird, right?

I felt like crying afterwards, but I didn't, because that would just be pointless.
Some occasions warrant tears, this one did not.

Looking back on it, it was actually a somewhat comical affair. Perhaps the full account, with all of its glorious silly details will be posted someday.

I think the exchange between me and the guy could potentially be humorous, once a nice cushion of time has passed.

The details of the exchange between the guy and me will not be shared at this time.

I did feel emotionally extra-sensitive post-bumper-hit, which is a laaame side-effect. If there is one thing I do not need, it's added sensitivity to my surroundings/interactions with others. I think, if someone had said something mean to me, or even just looked at me funny, I would have had a meltdown.

I'm pllllleennnty sensitive.
It's not my favorite aspect of my personality. I'm working on getting a tougher skin, really.

I also felt like going into my introvert-shell for a while.
Which wasn't the greatest thing since I was volunteering today at a conference at my church. I mean, there's about 220-some-odd people attending, and as one of the volunteers, it's kind of important to be outgoing and talkative.

What a day.
I would say more, but I'm about to pass out from the craziness of the events of the day.  Maybe I'll tell you about the endless desserts next time. Or maybe I'll not be so lazy, and I'll finish the 10 day thing. We shall see.

Peace.