Currently listening to : History by One Direction
I regret to
inform you that my ancient car met with an accident three weeks ago. Although that is misleading and sounds as if
it went off on its own and got banged up, I must clarify that I, Lizamaria
drove it to its near death.
Leaving
School
You see, how
it all happened makes for a rather dull story. But I suppose one needs to hear
the boring details to appreciate the anticlimactic end. I left school at
approximately 6.55 pm, thoroughly looking forward to an additional two hours of
tuition at the end of the working day. Really. I had set up my music on Spotify,
tedious business with all the rubbish ads that come through, all because I
refuse to pay RM2 for ad-free streaming. I started up the engine, put the car in reverse, and
followed the daily after-school ritual. First, waved to the security guard
aunty, then turned the corner, and glanced at the bus stop where a few students
still remained waiting for their transport. I spotted the twins and smiled, waved at enthusiastic Timothy and continued straight ahead. I noticed a few other students from my
class, but as soon as they caught my eye, some looked down at the ground or
stared blankly ahead. At this point, I was too tired to feel offended. They
probably were too. Dog tired.
The
Roundabout
The lane
ahead merges onto the main road where a huge and often busy roundabout awaits.
As I approached, I joined what felt like a giant whirlpool as the roundabout
swallowed me in. If you ask me, there are two main rules to join a roundabout;
use outer lane if exiting next and utilize left signal light. Forgetting his
signal, manners, road rules and sense, an idiot dashes across my path taking off my bumper in the process. I am in
shock. All manage is a short gasp. Miraculously (for him) his car successfully
makes the exit and he sails through. My situation on the other hand: not so
smooth. I sat in shock for a few seconds processing
what had happened. My phone was blasting the chorus to "Fast Car" (remix by Jonas Blue and Dakota).
What No one Tells you
No one tells you these
things; that bumpers can just fall off and fold beneath you, that you do not need to tow the car when this happens, that you do not need to panic, that a bumper fits in your back seat, that all of the above happen when you least expect it.
Conclusion
Thankfully two teachers stopped by on their way home, and gave me a hand. And in 5 minutes, the whole matter was resolved, and I was on my way to tuition class. Talk about anticlimatic
