So, I'm driving down Highway 98, which is an interesting thoroughfare in that it becomes, at different parts of the day, either a drag strip or a parking lot. It's a poorly planned main artery connecting the towns and cities along the Emerald Coast and is a bane to the existence of those who are forced to travel its lengths...but I digress.
I'm approaching an intersection at about 6:30 in the evening when this stupid cow decides she's going to attempt a left-hand turn across the highway on a straight green light with no arrow. In some places, this is considered bold. On Highway 98, it's called suicidal.
With visions of my immediate demise filling my thoughts, I swerved a full two lanes to the left and continued my steering and deceleration in a vain attempt to avoid contact with this brain dead quasi-human. All my attempts were in vain, however, as she chose this particular moment to cease any and all cooperation in this endeavour and decided instead to slam on the brakes. I ended up striking her in the rear passenger's side of her car with the front passenger's side of mine.
The police arrived moments later. Wild accusations of speeding were hurled in my general direction by this semi-evolved female thing--a ludicrous concept at best. I had just pulled out of my neighborhood with a cold engine some 1,000 yards from the accident site. How fast can a cold Saturn possibly go in that distance?
Fortunately, the police saw it my way, and she was cited.
Cut to several days later. I get a phone call from the claims adjuster from her insurance company. You guessed it: they're totalling my car.
Needless to say, I'm a little upset. The good news is, I found an almost exact duplicate of my old car at the local Saturn dealership. Now, if I can only obtain the money from the insurance company...
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