I know what you’re thinking. “Hey James. You’ve already had one helluva bad week. What could happen that could possibly make it any worse?”

Well, I’ll tell you. How about a car accident? I think that would rank up there at pretty crappy things to top off my already crappy week. Monica and I took our new neighbors Kara and Finn up to Ossining for a book sale and a trip to the grocery store. Everything through there was fine. No problems. Minor bickering but fun with everybody.

We head home and we’re driving south on Route 9 like normal. There’s a car ahead of us that is making a left turn so I slow down and stop to wait. Then I’m rear-ended. My head is knocked into my seat and the back of my head starts hurting. I look around and everything that was in or on my dashboard has been thrown throughout the car. Everyone seems to be OK though.

Are you f-ing kidding me?The woman that hit me is OK too thankfully. I call 911 and after 10 or 15 minutes a cop shows up, but not the right cop apparently. She’s from the next town over which ends like 50 yards from where the accident occurred. Great. Another arrives and paperwork is filled out.

My car surprisingly is fine. Or it appears to be. There’s some minor dings and scratches on the back but it looks to be OK. Even more surprising is that the groceries in the back seat appear to be unharmed. There were a dozen eggs back there and not one of them was broken. A few of our soup cans got dented somehow though.

After all the paperwork is taken care of, I’m told that I can get a copy of the accident report in 3 business days. Great. We all get into the car to get moving and I notice that my car is making a very peculiar noise. This is exactly what I don’t need right now. I panic as I drive the car the mile or two home thinking of all the things that could be wrong but knowing absolutely nothing about cars. This sucks.

I file my claim with my insurance company and then wait. My neck starts to ache. I haven’t decided if I’m going to get this checked out by a doctor yet. I think I’m going to wait until morning but odds are it’s going to be even more sore tomorrow. I just don’t understand. Did I piss off some cosmic deity somewhere? Is all the making fun of I do of stupid people finally coming back to bite me in the ass on the big karma wheel? Fucking A.

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