Like the title says, "Whoops; something bad happened."  As I was coming back to the UNCG campus to answer a question for a department, one car pulled out in front of me and hit my car.  Again, I repeat, "Whoops."  There are some other details to the accident, such as one person in the straight lane waving the person over and the driver not realizing I was coming down the turning lane, much less that it existed.

Anyway, it happened.  I think I scared the girl because I reacted nicely and was a bit too cheerful.  Don't get me wrong; I love my car.  Instead, what good would it accomplish to yell or otherwise lose one's temper?  I don't think I have it in my anymore to be mean to others.  Perhaps I also scared her because I took out my big professional digital camera and began taking pictures of the accident scene like I was a third party.  Why, one might ask?  The main reason was that I always wanted to take pictures of accident scenes, but thought it would be too rude and would offend the parties involved.  The second reason is that if I don’t take a picture of my event, I have no right to take pictures of others’ events.  The final reason was for the memories.  Anyway, everyone reading this gets to see one of the pictures.

She took the fault for the accident, my car was towed away, and within three hours I was set up with a rental car through her insurance (kudos for Nationwide and for her not denying it).  What was the car I received?  Oddly enough, it was a Chrysler Sebring convertible (in pretty much new condition).  It's a bit out of season, isn't it?

Let's see what happens with the insurance later on.  An awards ceremony is tomorrow and graduation is in two days, so I'm happy things went quickly.

Most importantly, I'd like to thank my good friend Tony for coming to get me, taking me out to eat wings afterwards, introducing me to two guys who know a few open jobs, and just for being there for me.  It's said everyone has only three real friends in life; I know Tony is one.  I thank God we're friends.  We didn't work out as roommates for our first college semester because he liked to party and when he went in the room he was faced with a guilt trip to study because I was studying.  A few years later, we met again and both of us changed to be more compatible with each other.  Since then, we've been best of friends.  Still, I like to show my gratitude in more ways than implied.

More later...