Wounded

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. I am SO frickin' pissed I can't stand it. Seven years without an incident/accident and then this happens. And it was stupidity, of course.

I was on my way out of Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park and I pull up behind this big-ass Dodge pickup sitting at the stop sign, waiting to pull out on to highway 70. And then...inexplicably, the truck's back-up lights come on and the driver proceeds to back-up, oblivious to me and my blaring horn. Crunch.

We both get out of our vehicles and the woman sez "Oh, I'm SO sorry! I didn't see you!" Well, thinks I..."If you would have looked, you just might have seen me." I simply answered "And I suppose you didn't hear my horn, either?" The reply: "Oh, I did, but by then it was too late." Her brake lights didn't come on until after she hit me. What's worse? Her husband was in the passenger seat and neither one of 'em so much as looked over their shoulders.

Frickin' idjits.

The worst part? I'll have to take the car to Lubbock, Amarillo, or Roswell to get it fixed. I'm not trusting my baby to just any body shop...she's going to the dealer. But I've yet to even begin this process and the police report won't be available until Thursday, at the earliest, according to the kind officer who did the on-scene work.

Dang.