Yesterday evening we didn’t pass a milestone… we kinda ran into it.
Number Two Son Henry is about to become a licensed driver in December. Thursday night he finished his last drive time with driving school instructors. We have to wait for the road test, but nothing really stands in his way. He has been repeatedly practicing driving in Carrollton and Lewisville city traffic. Over the summer and into the fall he has compiled hours worth of driving experience. But, no matter how experienced, nearly everyone has at least one accident during their driving life.
We had stopped at Wendy’s to get dinner after school, the three of us, the Princess, Henry, and I. My diabetes was on the warpath yesterday, and I made the mistake of eating too much of a baked potato. So, I asked him to drive even though it was Friday evening rush hour traffic. He assured me he could handle it.
Well, we made the first turn onto the street on a yellow light and he accidentally caught the median curb with the driver’s side wheel. Then, as we bounced into the traffic stopped at the next red light, we crunched into the backside of a lady’s car as it innocently waited for the light to turn green.
The air bags did not deploy. There was no blood and death and fire. My biggest worry was the fact that we were all shaken by the incident. My hands were shaking anyway from blood sugar problems. So, we put the emergency lights on. I stupidly turned them off again. Then the lady appeared at the driver’s side window with a look of utter horror on her face, her hands shaking worse than mine. We exchanged insurance information. She called the police to get an accident report, but they were busy and told us that if we could drive away from it, we should, and they would look into it later. So, Henry realized the emergency lights were off and turned them back on. We took pictures of the accident (see above). Then we drove both cars into the Spring Creek Barbecue parking lot. The damage turned out to be minimal, consisting of scratched paint on both cars. There didn’t even appear to be dents. Henry then drove us homeward, and we got him to work on time. So it was basically a real-life jump scare that proved our hearts could still beat way faster than normal. And Henry got the first-accident milestone done with, before he even got his license. How fun! But let’s not do it again soon.