A modest journal. |
Friday, March 13, 2009 Friday is finally here. Yes! I have two appointments today -- 1pm with a pain specialist and 5:30pm with a physical therapist. So, I'll take a late lunch and hopefully be back by 2pm at the latest. Then I can leave at regular time because thirty minutes is plenty of time to meet my 5:30pm obligation. I had the mirror fixed on the driver's side of my car. I was run off the road on Monday. I couldn't get out of her way and off the road fast enough. I saw a mailman walking by on his route who quickly said he saw the whole thing --- heard me beeping and saw the big green SUV keep coming until my side mirror was knocked completely off. You're my witness! I said as I was still wondering whether or not whoever was driving the SUV was going to stop or just keep driving. (I guess I should clarify I have ongoing back problems certainly not resulting from this accident.) Finally, seventy-eight year old grandma got out of the driver's side of the SUV. I asked, Didn't you hear me beeping? She said that her grandkids had their music too loud and she didn't hear a thing. She was a nice lady -- didn't leave the scene and didn't try to deny she ran me off the road. (You never know these days what to expect.) I was gratefully surprised. While we waited for a police officer we chatted and then I called my insurance company to report the accident. He wrote the ticket up as "an event." He said he would make a police report if that was what we wanted. (I couldn't imagine asking him to write a police report against this old lady who was a little over the ages of my parents.) In hindsight, I hope that wasn't a mistake because I certainly want to be reimbursed for the damage to my car. When I called the post office the following day and asked who was on the route and told a Supervisor named Marie what happened. She asked for his description and then told me it must have been a sub but she would locate him and ask him to call. I called again two days later and Maria said she gave him my number but he told her he really didn't see much and still hasn't called me. My first thought: What goes around, comes around. One day he'll be in the same predicament with the same sort of dumb-founded witness. I've been praying he has a change of heart and will give me a call. We'll see. I've chatted enough and don't have time to proofread what I've written. I have to get ready for work!! Have a great Friday! |