Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Golf 1, Truck 0

Yesterday morning it was dreary. Rain was spitting out of a leaden sky, Sam was grumpy because it was, evidently, a good day to be grumpy, Joy was singing at a funeral, and I had a faculty meeting. With a grumpy child and both of us trying to get ready for work, ours was a hectic household.

Joy headed out early to practice with the organist, and I settled down with Sam to read through at least four books on trains before going to Kindermusik. Then the phone rang. Joy explained that she had an accident. A sudden turn, roads slick with a bit of rain, and my truck had gone into the back of a Volkswagen Golf. Joy was, thankfully, only shaken up, but while the Golf got to drive away from the accident, my truck got towed to the auto body shop.

That's right, my big, gas-guzzling, American-made truck was taken down by a two-door hatchback from Germany. And to add insult to injury, this happened on Loyalty Day. What is the world coming to?

4 comments:

Taliesin said...

Wow that sucks. You always hear about that "German engineering", but they always make it sound so "friendly", so "sophisticated", so "Germanic"...

p.s. Google Reader is "da bomb diggity". It's definitely not even remotely German -- except when it kills, maims, and destroys.

laura gayle said...

I'm glad Joy's all right. And I'm amazed about your truck. I would have thought that it was practically indestructible (like my old truck, except for the transmission). I'm afraid to ask about how much the damage was.

Andrew said...

Ah yes, everything Google is good. We bow to Google, we use their products. Google is...made out of people!

And as for the truck, we got word yesterday that the truck is sadly gone. Damages were more than the truck costs so it is going to be totaled. *sigh*

Jaime Olson said...

The only issue with Google Reader is I can't figure out how to post comments! So I came to the source to offer my condolences. I'm sorry about the crappy rain and the ensuing madness. Your poor truck and poor Joy and your poor roof! I must say, I giggle out loud every time I picture Sam stroking a plant while he hears his parents as an inner monologue telling him not to and says it out loud. Once his own inner monologue develops, he won't bother to tell himself not to :)