Calamity

Victim of a hit-and-run.

Any who know me also know I tend to speak my mind, often without thinking first. Yesterday, however, I worked very hard at holding my tongue after K was involved in yet another automobile accident. I did remarkably well, but there are just some things I have to say, so I'm going to take the chance that he's forgotten all about this little blogspot of mine.

First of all, this is precisely why I don't like to let him drive my car, whether the rest of us are riding along or not. I love my car, and he scraped it up once already, and I can't bear to see it happen again. I confess to feelings of self-righteousness where my driving record is concerned, and I rarely miss an opportunity to point out the comparison to his driving record. I'm not terribly proud of this, but it's true.

This time, it was a hit-and-run driver that made a mess of his car, and while I'll agree with him that the other driver was at fault and that he should be tracked down and prosecuted, I can't help but think that driving a little more defensively might have avoided the collision. It's easy for me to say, of course, since I wasn't there. I'm also fairly certain that if I had been the one who was hit, I'd be absolutely sure there was nothing I could have done about it. Since I wasn't there, and since K was the one hit, and given his history ... did I mention I'm a little self-righteous at times?