I’d awoken optimistic; with the firm belief that TODAY was the start of the rest of my life. I couldn’t explain WHY I’d felt like this. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact my sister’s bachelorette had gone off better than expected. Or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that TODAY my living room wall was being painted red, a colour that was bold and unapologetic.
So there I was, a bright Saturday morning in October, humming “Wild Horses” to myself. So optimistic. A few hours later, I was involved in a fender-bender.
I’ve been in a couple of car accidents before. Fine, I’ve been in MANY car accidents.
There was that time I pinned a car guard between two cars. Twice. Within a two minute period. To my credit, I did give him R10. And then I told him to shush because this was our little secret.
And there was that time I drove into a wall. Of a shopping mall. So, clearly I have skills.
But this time, there was no humour to be found in the incident. This time there would be a trip to a police station, insurance claims and “excess” (an inconvenience I did not need or could afford). This time there was shellshock and inability to comprehend what had just taken place. This time there was grief; tears shed in the comfort of my own home, away from prying eyes.
In my rush to get home from the grocery store, I had managed to reverse my car into the rear end of the car behind me. A car that was also reversing out of his parking spot at the time.
Climbing unsteadily out of my car, I surveyed the damage to HIS car, neglecting to give my own car so much as a glance. His bumper was dented.
Shock and disbelief were written all over my face; compelling the driver of the other car to state that this was “just an accident”. A woman, who had witnessed the unfolding of events, offered me a sweet, “some sugar to help with the shock”. I stared at her blankly; managed to mumble, “I am fine”. I wasn’t though.
After reporting the accident at my local police station, I crept into bed and slept. All I wanted to do was forget, pretend that none of this happened.
That was Saturday. I’m okay now.