The Fun Just Keeps on Comin'...

I hate whiners. I feel like I'm beginning to sound like a whiner, but here I am, about to whine. You know what? Right now I don't care if I sound like a whiner. So there.

The Derby Dolls refer to people who have a streak of bad luck as paying a visit to Misfortune Mountain. The name comes from a Fantasy Island board game, I believe. Well, the way my luck has been going, I'm now the newest inhabitant of Misfortune Mountain. Here's why.

Tonight I was on my way to a derby-related meeting. I was going in the wrong direction past where I needed to be, so I decided to turn around and go back from whence I came. I put on my turn signal, get into the turn lane, come almost to a complete stop in the intersection to wait for traffic, and BOOM! I get hit. What the...?! I think to myself. I seem OK, but the car isn't. I manage to pull forward out of the intersection into the center divider of the street I was on. The car that hit me is also in the center divider. I call 911 immediately to get a police car out to take a report. Even without getting out of the car, I knew my car was wounded, because when I pulled forward, it wouldn't drive well. Crap!

After getting off the phone, I gather my wits and license and go exchange information with the girl who hit me. That goes uneventfully, and after about 20 minutes a police car shows up. It takes another 20 minutes for the cops to ascertain that no one needs an ambulance and to assess the damage to both cars. They have to push my car from behind to get it out of the center divider and to the side of the road. More talking, and a report is taken. One of the cops didn't think the stories added up, but oh well. Finally, my car gets towed and I'm able to snag a ride from a fellow Derby Doll to practice. I'm shaken and a little stirred.

I'll get the dubious fun of dealing with my insurance company tomorrow. Oh joy. The car might get totalled, as it's almost 12 years old and isn't worth a helluva lot of money. The husband is already car-shopping for me.

I'm going to go curl up in a ball and whimper now.