Since Cindy asked so nicely . . . I guess it's time.
So on Christmas Eve Poodle (Brittany) and I decided to make a quick trip to Anthropologie to buy a replacement gift for one of the stocking stuffers I had broken. We were chatting and laughing and, as usual I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. (yeah, shocking!) I backed out of the driveway my usual way, head out the window keeping my eye on the edge of the driveway so I didn't drive onto the neighbor's lawn (well sometimes that happens.) Since we were in a hurry, I backed out quite swiftly, right into the car of our cleaning ladies, who had parked in our driveway. My head slammed against the window, and I was a realized IT HAPPENED AGAIN! Dang!
I jumped out of the car to assess the damage.
Brittany: "mom, you're bleeding."
Me: "Yes, I know, but I"m fine."
Brittany: "Mom, are you sure you're OK. You don't look OK."
Me: "Yes, I'm sure.
We ran into the house to tell the cleaning ladies.
They took one look at me and screamed "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You're bleeding!!! (in spanish)
Me: I hit your car. I'm so sorry (in spanish)
Them: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! You're bleeding. We're so sorry! We're so sorry.
Me: It wasn't your fault, it was my fault entirely.
Them: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! We're so sorry!
Conversation continued like that for a few minutes.
Mike came in and assured them we would pay for all of the damages. I grabbed a bag of ice, paper towel, changed my bloody shirt, and we took off again. Luckily, I didn't really look into the mirror until later. I probably would've stayed home.
Interestingly, people in the store looked at me funny, but nobody said a thing. (My eye was huge by this time and I looked horrible) The cashier politely pretended I was a normal person.
I got home and Mike had cleaned up all of the blood, washed my clothes, and taken care of the car. Yeah, he's awesome. And pretty accustomed to these things. Unfortunately.