mrs. ann's wild ride

the previous post about the cr-v was the result of two incidents involving my wife and traffic collisions. both those incidents are recounted below. they were part of a much larger post that i decided to break up into smaller bits for the sanity of all involved, so if they seem a little disjointed i apologize, but i did not have the energy to rewrite them as their own post. anyway, here you go.

about a month and a half after the whole bronchitis thing, while i was literally halfway around the world in ethiopia, annie was in a car accident. some knucklehead barely bothered to slow down before he plowed into the back of our perfectly stationary accord, which sat behind 10 or so other perfectly stationary vehicles, and then had the nerve to get out and be upset with my wife. just as a note for future reference, there are two times you never want to mess with annie: one is when she is mad, the other is when she is scared. this day she was both. apparently speedy mcspeedsalot didn't know this.

he started barking at her, exclaiming, in his utmost wisdom, "you stopped!" annie, with italian in her blood and fire in her eyes shot back, "yeah, and you should've!" i am pretty sure he didn't say much after that. in the end, the boy was unharmed, the other guy's insurance company took full financial responsibility, and we got a check for our trouble. all in a day's work.

four weeks to the day later, however, she was in another car accident, this one a little more serious. on her way home, she entered an intersection right about the time some other dude entered the same intersection. both thought they had green lights, but i am sure the other guy was mistaken. (you learn things when you are married. like if it is a toss up between your wife being right and somebody else being right, you side with your wife. the only exception to this rule is when that somebody else is you, but it still usually ends better when you assume she is right, even if you think you know what you are talking about.)

the irony of the situation is the accord was the car we had bought to start our family in. long life, automatic transmission, leather seats for easy clean up of cheerios and carrot sticks, it had all the attributes of a great family car. two and a half years later, it was being loaded onto a truck, a total loss, without a single car seat ever being placed in it. but once again, annie and isaac were both unharmed, save a little emotional stress, so maybe the most significant feature was its safety. count your blessings i suppose...