Last Monday was a holiday and the repair shop said they could do it in one day, so we dropped it off early in the morning and picked up my car with a brand-spanking new bumper that afternoon. Life was grand :)
Until last night. I was driving home from the YMCA and sitting at a red light, waiting to turn left. I had just barely missed it (I was actually being cautious and stopped at yellow because I wasn't in any rush), so had a while to wait. I just sat there and watched all the cars drive around me... and then I felt it. A light tap that every-so-slightly bumped me forward. WHAT?!?!?! I whirled around and looked at the car behind me. They were just sitting there. I said some expletives aloud because this feeling was annoyingly too familiar. I finally rolled down my window and peeped my head out just enough so on-coming cars wouldn't decapitate me, and the other driver did the same. I yelled out that we'd pull into the lot right after turning and she agreed.
As I sat there, I thought, "What happened? Did someone hit her and it was a chain reaction? We were all just sitting there. How could this happen? Seriously, how could this happen AGAIN?" And then the light turned green and we made our way into the Detour Bar parking lot.
She was the only car that turned in after me. When we got out, she immediately started talking, "I don't know what happened! My foot must've slipped off the brake! I'm so sorry, I don't know how this happened!" Of course I told her that I'd just gotten my bumper fixed eight days ago and I'm sure that made her stomach drop. That or my big belly, which was very apparent because I was wearing a tight tank from working out. She was wearing stiletto heels, so our thought is that her foot must've pivoted while she was sitting there and she didn't realize it (distracted much?) until she idled forward and hit me.
Luckily she was nice (although I was still cautious and took all the necessary information). She started crying when giving me her phone number, so I was actually the one hugging her, telling her that it was ok and at least we weren't hurt.
Nelson obviously wasn't happy when I got home and told him, but I just had to remind him (and myself) that at least Baby Girl and I were ok, and that's what we should just be thankful for. After all, it's just a car (that had just been fixed).
It's minor bumper damage, this time on the plastic part. She had large bolts holding her front license plate in and those made nice little indentations (you can see the bottom left one below the "N" of "Highlander", the bottom right just a bit over). But now I'm going through the process all over, again. At least I know what to do?
