Saturday, February 11, 2012
My rear-end is fine, thank you
Why does everything I say get turned around to be innuendo? I didn't mean it that way, but now I just say that every so often just to get her mad. It's fun pushing the buttons of your teenage kids, you know?
We were on our way to visit DePaul University in the city yesterday and traffic was insane. Mix in some snow with the already packed lanes of traffic when the car in front of me slammed on his brakes. I barely stopped in time and looked into my rear-view mirror to see the whites of some saucer-shaped eyes and the white knuckles of the driver behind me who barely missed my bumper as well. I said "Oh, damn, we nearly got......" BAM! Car Number 3 plowed into the gal behind me, who ricocheted into me. Swell.
And I was driving Joe's car. The car that he loves. The car that is relatively new. Yea.
We are all fine. Nobody was hurt, the cars were all driveable. Illinois Dept. of Transportation came and escorted us all to the nearest safe roadside area to exchange information and everyone was pleasant enough under the circumstances. The only car that really suffered any damage was the middle car--poor gal, her Mercedes got it on both ends, while my car and Car #3 were relatively unscathed. That'll teach ya to spend the money on a Mercedes.
After all was said and done, we finished up and headed on our way to our college tour. And it ended up being a nice day.
But you know, I couldn't resist teasing Em that I was rear-ended by TWO people--both a guy AND a gal. And while that was a very exciting, it wasn't like being rear-ended by David Beckham. The kid is beyond horrified.