Apparently, last week my number was up (again). Whilst on my way to the grocery store a vehicle turning left (into oncoming traffic they couldn't see) hit me. By all rights this should have been the worst part of the crash experience. It was not.
For starters in the immediate aftermath he other driver informed me that "you don't have to be angry". (The response to my query of why a person would pull out into traffic without the ability to see all oncoming traffic?) ...Really? 'Cause someone else bashin' into my ride due exclusively to their dumbassed decision making seems like exactly the time I get to be angry. (Now between you an me-- you know [if you've spent any time 'round the BBGW, or known me for 3+ minutes] I like to use the curse-y words. But four-lettered words used during this conversation? A: Zero. And my voice never raised. So? How angry was I? Plus, while having a conversation with a supremely nice random citizen who had witnessed the crash and stopped and waited to make a statement to the police I had already mentioned that this was crappy and not how I intended to spend my day, but all 'n all if this is the worst thing that happened to me today I still can't complain. ...Everyone's ok. Alive. Breathing. Hashtag Perspective.)
Post Crash Pro Tip: You don't get to cause the crash AND dictate the reaction to said crash. It's not the way it works.
I'm (apparently?) angry. It's 15 degrees. I'm dressed warmly enough to run into the grocery a block from BBG HQ, but not for standing outside for an hour doin' post crash police paperwork. I think the worst of this event is over.
I am, however, about to be proven exceedingly wrong.
Now, I expect the next day to be a volley of phone calls to and from my insurance, the other driver's insurance company and perhaps the dealership I intend on taking the BBGmobile to.
The reality? Between 08:00 and 10:30 I received seventeen calls. 7fuckingteen. Body shops, chiropractic practices and injury attorneys. The pace of unsolicited and completely irritating ring-a-ding-dings was sustained all day. I found myself realizing that the only thing worse than being involved in a crash itself (assuming all are fortunate enough to be physically unharmed) is being hounded by phone. ...That is until I returned to BBG HQ to see that a injury lawyer had actually been to my house.
BBG Fact: People I'm cool with dropping by unannounced? No. One.
|Kid* came to my house.|
Post Crash Pro Tip: Keep a list of the businesses that call if (and I'm knocking wood that you're not) you're involved in a crash and ask-tell* (it's something I've been told I do [P.S. It's super effective, and makes life a lot easier.]) each of them to take you off of their call list. They have to comply with your request or are subject to fines. You will also need this list to place in your 'Places I'm Never Doin' 'Bidness With' file. As I have.