What was going to be a routine evening of Arby’s (mmm, jamocha shake!), The Simpsons Season Six on DVD and a carb coma ended with this. Yeesh! Our poor Honda can’t get any relief since this is its fourth accident; all of which weren’t our fault.
How did this situation go down?
We were heading home on the north-bound feeder toward Pflugerville. The traffic was rather thick but as it started to move…
WHUMP!
Somara’s soda all over the floor, a brief scream (hers, I was more like, not again) and my realization that we’ve been slammed from behind. I recognized the noise.
After the call to the dispatcher (APD couldn’t be bothered, they were too busy shooting Black people in the back), there was the exchange of insurance, pictures were taken and now comes the waiting game. The bigger pain in the ass will be having our car at the body shop while juggling the mediocre rental, going to work and anything else.
Fingers crossed the hitter’s insurance will do the right thing and quickly, our vacation is on the horizon.