Monday, January 21, 2008

How Our Week Started

Saturday night we attended a "Christmas" dinner/dance for my husband's job. We came home about 11. Which means we didn't get to sleep until fairly late for us old folks! :-)

Five a.m. Sissy HAD to go outside to potty. I got up, put her out, etc.

Six a.m. Phone rings. I look at the caller ID (squinted thru my sleepy old eyes). I see it is our local police department calling. ADRENILINE RUSH...yikes! My heart just speeds up by about five hundred percent.

I answer phone. The dispatcher says that our vehicle has been in a minor accident. I said what vehicle? She said...the one in front of your house. PANIC, ADRENILINE, HEART RACING.

My first thoughts race to the eighteen year old daughter. She was asleep when we went to bed. What the heck? Her car was in front of mine in the driveway. Did she take my truck and wreck it? What the heck?
Panic, Adreniline, Heart Racing.

I jump up, look out window. My husband has yet to get up. Oh, crap, it's not my truck. It is the 64 Ford Falcon we park on the street in front of the house...my husband's work car. Oh, gosh. No one was driving anything...daughter is still sounds asleep, unaware that I thought she'd been driving and wrecking. I yell to my husband that it is HIS car.

Some guy had rammed into our parked vehicle on his way to work. In looking, I could not figure out how he did this...it looked like he turned right into our car! Of course, that can't be.

He said he looked down to change gears and ran into our car due to ice or something. Our car isn't even on the street...it is moved onto the parkway and the side is rammed into the light pole. His truck is not even driveable...the tow truck has to move it. (Come on, how fast was he going????)The pickup directly in front of our car that belongs to the neighbors is sitting happily with no damage.

The guy says he has good insurance, but getting parts for a 1964 Ford Falcon can be a real problem.

Another day in the life...








2 Comments:

Tina said...

The poor Falconator!

abb said...

Well, at least you did your cardio for the day! I'm sure your target heart rate was right on target after that phone call!
;-)

abb