It Fucking Figures...

So, I paid my car off last month. I owned it, free and clear. It's not the best car in the world, but it looks nice and it runs well, and gets pretty good mileage.

So this morning on my way to work I had to go and fucking rear-end someone on Broadway Extension. My hood is completely buckled up. It won't even open. The front end looks horrible and even though I can't call the insurance company about it for another 20 minutes, I know I'm going to have like a $500 deductible to get any of the damage fixed, and a hike in my rates. (The other guy's car was fine...one of those little pick-ups. But that doesn't mean that he won't claim some horrible physical injury.)

I am soooo pissed off at myself right now. Eleven years behind the wheel of a car and I get into a stupid fucking accident within a month of paying off my car.

I want to go back home and start the day over.

**************3:30 PM UPDATE****************

I talked to my insurance agent and I am taking the car into the body shop for an estimate at 4:30 today. My deductible is only $250, so I'll be able to get the car fixed and put this behind me this week. So, I'm thankful for that.

Also, the guy I hit called me about 9:30 this morning. He just wanted to let me know that he was okay and since there was no damage to his car he wasn't even going to ask me for my insurance information. He then asked to make sure I was okay and if the damage to my car was any worse than cosmetic. He told me not to be too upset about it, the damage would be fixable...and then he said..."You never know...our little accident might have prevented one of us from being in an even worse accident further down the road."

Now, I'm not that much of an optimist yet, but I could hardly believe it. Here's this guy, who two hours ago I had slammed my car into...and he's trying to make me feel better about the accident. I'm glad He was the one in front of me and not some random asshole.