B’s car is now written off.
However, I’m now researching particle reorganization as I’m sure beaming her up would be a better way to get her to work. Unless she gets reassembled the wrong way around, of course, which would be somewhat unfortunate.
But, it happens.
Mini Cooper, versus the road, is apparently a no go. Even if the mini is chili red and called Henry.
Saying that, it has endured four, (maybe five but they all seem to have blurred into one), fairly major accidents, and only this time has B suffered anything from it. This time a minor concussion, which is not cool, but, considering she was taken out by three different cars and spun around like a hockey puck to eventually end up facing oncoming traffic, in rush hour, that’s not such a bad outcome in my opinion.
I’d take that any day.
Poor kid. Two weeks ago she was rear ended to the tune of $3000, and, yesterday, completely wiped out.
DOES SHE EVEN REALIZE THAT I CAN’T GO ON LIVING LIKE THIS FOR MUCH LONGER!!!
WHEN WILL IT STOP!!!
O.K. panic attack over.
Note to self:
She’s O.K. She’s O.K. She’s O.K.
P.S. Watch Galaxy Quest.