A few days after the crosswalk incident, my mother and I went to visit my autistic brother who lives in a group home up in Wisconsin. We took him out to dinner at Culver's, one of his favorite fast food places, and then we decided to take a nice long cruise along Lake Michigan. On our way back to his group home, I see this woman on a side road next to us run a stop sign. Before I could even finish "heck" in the phrase "what the heck," the car smacked into the rear left side of the Saab, spinning the car in the opposite direction. What happened afterwards was boring and prolonged, but to make a long story short, the lady who hit us got two tickets, my car is at the Saab Exchange being repaired, and I won't be able to drive it for who knows how long.
Thank god it was not a bad car accident, because it could have been much, much worse. If that lady's car had hit a split second later than she did, she could have hit me and badly injured me. Today, I only woke up with a sore left shoulder. This car accident was a learning experience: don't drive in the sketchy neighborhoods. At the same time, it's incredibly frustrating.
Why, karma?
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