This morning someone at work asked me to step outside. Unless it's your birthday, being asked to step outside is usually not a good thing. Allah yustur, I thought. I walked outside to witness this scene (above). I wasn't sure what happened yet but I walked back in, grabbed my diggie cam which stays in my purse, and snapped pics.
My poor car was hit in the parking lot when a driver lost control of her vehicle as a result of the fact that it was just raining cats and dogs. It was my coworker; she was very nervous and distraught. I think she was especially shaken up because of the images she associates with car accidents. She has a child that was involved in a bad car accident with fatalities and he is now disabled. I calmed her down and told her no big deal, accidents happen.
She hit the Acura which in turn rammed into my Lexus. Ironically it looks like my Lexus took a bigger hit than the Acura. When the cops came on scene they just burst out laughing. No one else really thought it was funny and to me it was just a tad bit unprofessional, not to mention annoying....whatever. Trying to figure out how to disassemble the cars was like playing a game of checkers. We weren't sure what vehicle to move in what order, in what direction, and to what degree without causing any further damage. One of the cops got on his car intercom system and guided us out of the tangle (in between his giggles).
"The Acura moves first!"
Who knows maybe the Baba will get me a new car out of this. This one has now acquired its share of dents and scratches. I don't know why it is that no matter how minor or major, no matter whose fault it was, and even if you weren't physically in it-accidents always leave you a little bit shaken up. As much as I assured my coworker that everything is alright I was a little bit jumpy. Alhamdulilah no one was hurt.