The Tale of A(nother) Single Gal

My single gal pal Shannon was in a car accident (yeah, I know, but it's not mine, ok?) last week. Here is her recount of the accident:

What happened: I was stopped on Layfette Highway. There was a car full of farmworkers in front of me, who had stopped. Honestly, we were waiting a while...like a good 4 cars had passed in that lane...when all of a sudden out of nowhere, I was hit from behind by a semi.

The point of impact was the left side of the trunk, which caused the entire trunk to crunch in and all his roofing supplies flew in to my back window-luckily they lodged into the base of the window and the trunk and not my head-then he turned right really fast and hit the front of my car, which caused me to spin...so that tore up the entire front...and the back...the tires...and my side of the car. He said he didn't see us stopped and then he couldn't stop in time.

I was hit, I said outloud: WHAT THE HECK!? (truly...no swears...not even in a crisis) and then all of a sudden I smelled that horrible smell of burned rubber...and I knew something was very wrong. I looked out the window (I'd been staring at the dashboard) and all I could see was tons of blue and black smoke everywhere. Stupidly, I jumped out of my car and I stared at my car...and I go: "I can't afford this! I can't afford this!" Then, I walked to the front and I was all: "I can't afford this...I can't miss work...I can't miss work..." Then, the semi-truck driver who hit me comes running over to me and he says: "Oh, miss! ARe you okay? " I blurted out-which would become my only audible sentence all morning: "I've never been in an accident before."

Anyway, the firemen, paramedics, cops are all there...and you guessed it: Every single one I met I kept saying, "Hi. I've never been in an accident before. He said he was sorry he hit me...he just didn't see me...I've never been in an accident before." Everyone was so nice to me...And the state trooper...bless him...he said, "Miss, I will take care of everything...your car is totalled...but, it's a miracle that you're even alive..." Then they towed my little car away...

Then, everyone keeps coming to me, "who's picking you up? We'll wait with you." and "Do you have someone to pick you up?" And I had to say 10 times to all the people...each one..."No. I don't have anyone." Then the cop and the fireman were all, "No one? You don't know anyone?" And I go, "No...I don't have anyone...I'm sorry I'm a loser." Then they all felt bad and they were all, "Oh, you're not a loser! It's just early...I"m sure everyone's at work..." and I go, "No...it wouldn't matter...I'm all alone." Then, they felt really badly...and then I hear everyone saying to each other, "No...she doesn't have anyone to pick her up...don't ask her!"

The cop drove me all the way home, even though he was stationed in McMinnville and lives in Sheridan and it was the end of his shift. He also showed me how to use the radar, the laser, the video camera, the lights, the sirens...all in all it was a fun ride back.

This Single Gal got a 30 mile ride home from a trooper because she didn't have anyone to pick her up.

The next day, I get this email from her (by the way, she knows I'm doing this...). She never curses... ever... and then this...

PS: I totally blew up at teh Wells Fargo Financial people who had just refinanced my car loan. The guy kept saying: what do you mean you've never heard of gap insurance? It's common Knowledge in the car field... it's not our fault you didn't know what it was who did you think would pay for your loss? Of course a company is only going to pay what it's worth and not what you owe...that's just common knoweldge...it's not our fault that you didn't do your homework...

It was at that point that I just let loose. I told him to stop using his condescneding tone with me, that their company preys on clients, I told him not to bring up homework with me because I have 2 master's I just don't what the car world is...that's why I rely on my trusty banks and insurance companies to help me... He kept interrupting and I said: Hey customer service guy: don't you ever interrupt me when I'm speaking... He said: I don't have to listen to you talking to me this way... I said: Yeah, doesn't feel good does it customer service guy...I'll spare you...but just one more thing: Yea...it was classy: "Why don't you go home and fuck yourself you predator. If you're not recording this call, you better be now: when you go home tonight and you're eating all cute with your family...think of how you fucking bankrupted a hardworking volunteer who's going to be fired because I have no car to drive myself to work you goddamn son of a fucking bitch...oh and by the way: fuck you, you assholian fucker... Then I slammed the phone...then I cried....

Don't fuck with the single gal. ..