I’ve always thought I was a good driver. Perhaps I’ve been living in denial. Turns out, I think I am a horrible driver. And if I’m not horrible, I am most definitely a ridiculously cursed driver. The likelihood of me crashing, scratching, or damaging my car has been extremely high lately and I finally fulfilled the prophecy on Saturday.
It was bound to happen considering the amount of time my butt has been planted in the driver’s seat of my car recently. Speaking of which, do you think the accumulation of hours spent sitting in a desk chair or in a car is at all related to a flat and droopy tush? Think about it. For extended periods of time our butts are firmly pressed against a flat surface and the cheeks have nowhere to go but down and out. Just to be safe I think I’ll add lunges to my to-do list.
In all of the accidents I’ve been involved in, none have actually been my fault. At least that’s what I’ve told myself. Catapulting a BMW off of a two foot concrete incline was the city of Charlotte’s fault. Backing into the same car on my way to have bridal portraits taken was my mom’s fault. Being crashed into while harmlessly sitting at a stop sign was simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time’s fault.
I won’t take 100% of the blame for what happened Saturday but I will swallow my pride and admit that Chase was right. He’s been on my case recently for following cars too closely. As I’ve been doing recently, I nod to acknowledge he has an opinion but politely roll my eyes and ignore his recommendations. Yet on Saturday, as my car collided with a fallen chunk of the car in front of me, I can admit that had I not been following so closely, I may have been able to avoid the detached metal. Instead, I was probably driving too close which left me zero time to react and I had no choice but to plow through the scraps as if I was driving an army tank. I’ve only heard “I told you so” three times.
After assessing the damage, I gave myself ten minutes to be pissed, drop a few curse words and act like a fool. I then decided to focus on something positive. At least a metal piece didn’t fly through the windshield and take me out Final Destination style. Character isn’t built when rejoicing in the good times after booking a new client. Character is built in how you respond when the bad time crashes the party. Literally.
It’s just a car. It’s just money. I’m going to try and keep up this whole positive attitude thing but check back in with me at 2pm when I get the repair estimate. And until the official Orangerie Events company car is fixed, I don’t blame you for pretending like you don’t know me if you see me on the road.