I was supposed to be at Fandom Fest this year, but I wasn’t. I almost was. I was this close. But then what happened? Just as I was turning into the parking garage, I zigged when I should have zagged (as my grandpa would have said) and someone who was zigging properly shoved her car’s nose into my car’s side.
A non-injury accident that the police didn’t even take a report on.
Bossy was very shaken. For one thing, she thinks it’s her car. I was having an anxiety attack, myself, heading for panic, so we exchanged contact information with the other driver, got back in the car, and went home. Bossy drove.
We went to a body shop to get an estimate for repairs. The back door’s safety bar was compromised, so it had to be replaced, but the front door only needed the outside panel replaced. Still, the estimate was stunning.
But we had to get it repaired. Not only for the safety factor, but you know how it is: Once a car looks banged up, it becomes a bang-up magnet. People don’t respect it. They open their doors into it and go, “They won’t notice, on a junker like that.”
We had to leave it, but we spent some time in the waiting area, swapping stories with other patrons.
Finally, the repairs were done, and the Gothmobile was back, better than new. Bossy inspected the work, and announced herself satisfied.
Here’s the place that worked the wonder: S&W’s Prestige Auto Body in Georgetown, Indiana. Nice folks, too. Right next door to Merritt’s, the best mechanics ever!
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a vegetarian, gluten-free broccoli soup.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has an auto accident.