Earlier this morning, Bug and I were in a hit and run car accident. The details are really not important, except to say a teenage kid ran a red light at top speed, and on my green light, my car hit the back end of his. And with that force, it bumped his car up onto a curb, and he continued to drive off extra fast.

And I'm obviously not happy he hit me. And I'm not happy he had his music up and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing or where he was going.

This is the front end of my car:



You can see the hood is jacked up, light is messed up, bumper has been assaulted. There's a line of bumper missing, not sure what that was from. And it's 'just a car', yes. And this car can be fixed right up.

But, MAN! I had a three-year-old in the backseat. What if he'd been hurt? What if we'd both been injured? And the kid just drove away.

HE DROVE AWAY. I'm sure he was scared, absolutely. You own up to that stuff, though. You do. I would have commended him mightily for pulling over to see if we were okay. And the parents? I hope it's their car. I hope they see it was fucked up this morning and call him on it, as I know my parents would have if it'd been me.

When I was on the phone with my insurance company - and they asked if there were 'any other passengers in my car other than my son', I said, "Apparently quite a few guardian angels".

So, here's where I'd like to thank mine.




Thanks for keeping us .....


... safe and sound this morning.

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