It started off as a seemingly innocent Thursday. I was on my way to drop Ignatius off at school and then head off to pick up pal, Nancy Miller, who was attending a meeting with me for Max. Stopped in the left hand lane heading westbound on Route 9... crunch! Slammed into from behind.
I guess the good thing is we didn't see it coming. I suppose that we would be in worse shape had we "braced" for it. Ignatius and I were both a little brain jumbled, if you will. My knee and my lower back are acting weird, but that may be from working out, too. I'm pretty sure the knee thing is new, though.
Scott took the van in for an estimate. Looks like between $8K and $10K on my car. I'm sure his little Altima is much worse. When Scott went to the body shop, it happened to be the same one that the other car was towed to. So, Scott took some pics of both autos, which I will be posting shortly. The guys at the auto place were wondering what "the other car" looked like. To the casual observer (me), my car looked a lot better than I thought it would based on the sound of the crash. However, when people who know cars looked at it... it's not in the greatest condition. So now, we wait for insurance companies to chat. The dude in front of me, into whom I was shoved, had probably the least amount of problems.
So, I am saying a prayer of gratitude tonight that Max was not in the car, as his booster seat was thrown to the front, Ignatius' glasses were thrown off of his head, my iPhone was thrown out of its holster in my console, and an old Mountain Dew can was spewed across the middle seat. I am also grateful that it was a Nissan Altima and not a tractor trailer.
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