Today I went on my way to Salem, Ma. only about 40 minutes from my home, to get my lip pierced and visit The House of Seven Gables (where Nathaniel Hawthorne lived). Things seemed to be going well until I was on 114. I began to slow down for a red light and lost traction and slid into the rear end of a Grand Cherokee, ultimately, possibly, totaling my father’s car.
The woman wouldn’t move her car out of the lane, and I had to try to calm her look of shock—she was speechless, and then I had to make a call to the police.
Key points to remember: I had doubts about piercing my lip; I was with my friend, Alexander; the lip piercing was going to cost 45$.
Then, the officer pulled up and immediately goes to my friend and I, who apparently don’t look like seatbelt wearers, and drill us about having been wearing them, even though we show no signs of any injury and we hit pretty hard. Who the hell is he to start profiling me for being 19 and behind the wheel? He decided that my story was enough to give me a citation. On the line for as to why I received a ticket he wrote: “Following to close,” but following had a typo, as well. My insurance company informed me that the fact he wasn’t there and the wrong form of “to” and the typo are plenty of reason to appeal the citation, which I will be doing as soon as possible.
Now we spent 2 hours waiting ’til eventually getting home with the tow truck who brought it home. The ride home gave me the first 3 miles for free then every additional mile cost me 3$; the total was 45$, familiar?. We decided we couldn’t just sit around, and my sister brought us to his house to grab his car. So, at 5:30pm we finally ate something and then went for coffee.
The only positive thing we did yesterday was rent Pan’s Labyrinth, which I will recommend to everyone under the sun. It was a beautifully done, beautifully written, and appallingly fascinating to watch; at no time did I feel that all too common feeling for me during movies: “I wish this would shut off!”
Since, I’ve come home and basically eaten to try to forget what happened. Things aren’t too hot in the home right now, and my father seems very upset about this, but it was entirely an accident. I don’t know how to make this up to him, but I shall try.
I’m taking the fact this happened 1.8 miles away from the piercer, and the fact that the price of the piercing and the price of the tow were the same, as a sign. I guess no lip ring for me, oh well, but there will be plenty of lip I’m sure later.
I will possibly have more to say about today later; it was too much for me.
Michael
Yikes. Well, at least no one was hurt…. But man, what a bummer.