So, the day started rushed, then got a little bit better - then spun completely out of control - in a BAD way.
The one time I get in a wreck - and it's someone else's car. Trying to avoid a side collision with this asshole in a huge ford truck that wasn't paying attention when he was changing lanes - I swerved and bumped, no, slammed into the median - tearing up both tires on the right side of Kristine and Jack's red Chevy Colorado pick up. I was horrified - not because I was hurt - but because I had done this to my friend's/bosses' car. These two people trust me with their most precious (their kids), and this is how I pay them back. Oh, they both said that they're glad I wasn't hurt - saying it could have been so much worse - and they're probably right (just thinking about getting hit by a much bigger vehicle makes me shudder) - but I still feel guilty because it will cost them money to fix both tires. Believe me, it's going to take awhile to feel better about the situation.
I have to say on a side note - that Jack took it much better than I thought he would - I seriously sweated nervously for about six and a half hours before I could even tell him about it. Once I got the story out though, he was cool. Saying it was just tires. Not a big deal. So yeah, not feeling great about it - but not as scared.
That was my day - pretty horrible - but finally over.
