So it finally happened. I had my first car related incident with Cid.
I was on my way home from work, just listening to my mp3 player, yadayada I hate rush hour... I'm turning into Brandermill and suddenly the car in front of me is right fucking there and ohshithe'sstopped and I slam on brakes not in time and I bump into him. What had happened was this. The van in front of the person in front of me had decided that the middle of the street right at the intersection into Brandermill was the perfect place to suddenly stop and make a very illegal u-turn. This in turn caused the chain reaction of the SUV in front of me to have to slam on brakes, causing me to do the same, but not in time. The van, not even noticing the accident they had caused leisurely made their turn and drove off. In the meantime, I'm just sitting in my car, shaking, and having a mantra of 'ohfuckohfuckohfuck' going through my head. The car I had hit was at least not an ass about it and the first thing he did when he got out of his car was to ask if I was alright. I was, just shaken up. There was no damage done to his car and I only bent my license plate. That and the guy was apparently a former ex-cop and he said he didn't see any reason to report it, but just to make me feel better, we traded info anyway. I apologized to him about a million times, he said it was alright and he had had much worse accidents before and this was nothing. So once everything was checked and we had each other's info, he drove off and I drove off, still very rattled.
And that was my adventure! I hate soccer/minivan moms so fucking much.