Crash

Well, the fun with my car never ends now that I own it free and clear. This morning it's a little drizzly - yes, you are hearing the foreboding, ominous music - and I'm driving to work. This white pickup truck is ahead of me on 295, and makes the turn onto the ramp ahead of me. It's a pretty sharp turn, needs to be taken with care. Well, the truck starts to skid and gets horizontal in the middle of the road, blocking the road entirely. I have a huge "Oh Shit!" moment. As if that needs saying. But there it is... and I start to skid and I skid into the guard rail. I'm stunned beyond belief. Two people ask me if I'm okay... I get out of my car... and my bumper and quarterpanel are dented and scratched. The motherfucker in the white truck just drives off, and I didn't see his plate because fucker was horizontal when I crashed. Upon seeing that I'm okay, my witnesses drive off, too! But I understand; not much to do without a plate, so I'm stuck. I go to work. Why bother calling the police now? No one would be around to tell them what happened other than me and I'd be backing up traffic. I can feel my face contorted into a half-crying grimace as I walk in... I want to cry but I can't. I pass this lady and I think how stupid I must have looked as I tried to give her a smile... I must have looked like a scarecrow. I am agitated all day and I don't think I achieved much of anything. I decide once more to spare my family my woes. I really don't need the attendant drama and I don't feel like raising my mother's blood pressure any more when I can handle it myself. Tonight is the first night of the soccer season. I play with a team of mostly older folks down in Alexandria. Man, this game kicks my ass. Good, I need it. I need to put my body into gear and get in shape. I felt like I was in slow motion. I at least made one good block. My team is pretty cool. We are actually a drinking team with a soccer problem. It was nice to just go out to Crystal City with them and grab a snack and some drinks. The beer choice was horrible though, too sharp and hopsy. Blech. If I wanted to eat grass, I had plenty of opportunity to do that on the field. So now I'm home and I'm raring to get the salt off me; but hey, I need to blog first and capture all this before all the feelings go away. So here I come, shower! A nice, hot, long shower in which I can stretch all my stress and pain away. The game and drinks was a good way to end what was a horrible day. I also have something to say about lawyers that are preening weenies, but that'll have to wait for another entry. Peace out.