This morning my daughter Meg and I set off for breakfast. We have been eating breakfast together, usually at a restaurant, once a week since just before her 14-year old son was born. We used to do it on Saturdays, but since I started not working on Wednesdays, we’ve switched our breakfast to then. It’s usually a nice, relaxing experience.
Today, we were in my car, with Meg driving. Neither of us likes to drive, but Meg also dislikes having me drive, so she almost always drives when we’re together. She had loaned her car to her one employee, whose car was in the shop. We were driving along, still fairly near home, when there was a sudden horrible crash on the windshield. I said “What was that?” and Meg said “A deer.” I never saw the deer at all, for which I am grateful. But the windshield was completely smashed. Meg was able to pull the car to the side of the road and stop. We both shook for a while and then called our husbands on our iPhones.
Meg’s husband was at work, and mine was still asleep. It took him a few minutes to get up and get to us. We gratefully went home with him, each to our house, and took immediate showers. The most notable thing is that the safety glass from the windshield was everywhere. Did you ever have a shower for which the chief purpose was to wash the glass out of your hair? It’s bizarre. As best we can see, the windshield is all that’s damaged, though the inside of the car is coated with glass. My darling husband has been on the phone ever since, dealing with the sheriff’s department, the insurance people, the rental car place (one day minimum paid for by insurance), I don’t know who all. Bless his heart!
So I’m a bit shaky and Meg a bit more so. I have a swollen spot on my forehead (we theorize that the rear-view mirror hit me) and we both have several little cuts here and there, but really I don’t think we came out of it badly. Makes you feel strange, though!