You know that sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you hear the crunch of metal hitting metal? I got it this afternoon as I was leaving a parking lot and backed into another vehicle. I pulled into my spot again and got out of the car to see a couple coming out out of the car I just hit and checking out the damage. I was so focused on steering away from a child running around at the next parking stall, waiting for his mom to put him in the car, that I didn't pay attention to the vehicle behind me. My car is scratched and I dinged the other car, but no one was hurt.
As we exchanged information and I once again apologized for the incident, a small voice came from the back seat and a little boy said, "It's okay." It took me by surprise, I didn't realize that there was a child in the vehicle since their windows had a dark tint. It made me feel a little better ... until his mom quickly snapped, "No, it's not! It's not okay!" Thanks, anyway, darling boy for making me feel better even if it was just for a second.
I'm reassessing my financial priorities and seeing lots of top ramen, rice and beans and mac n' cheese in my immediate future. It's not that I don't have the money or insurance to cover this "incident', but I sure hate dipping too much into my savings to make things right ...
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