I'm exhausted - I didn't get enough sleep last night because I spent an hour and a half playing Mercenaries on the XBox... did I say spent? I meant wasted.
Anyway, this weariness translated to a certain unresponsiveness behind the wheel and all day, I've been cruising around with eyes half shut, blasting classic rock in order to try to keep me conscious. If I had it my way, I would stay home from work today and try to rest up, however, I'm in an even more obligatory situation than the regular working man. Not only do the people at work expect me to work (which they actually don't, they don't mind if I take off), my parents are adamant that I go to work all the time, as my having any free time is always very worrisome to them. I digress again.
I was pulling back up through the winding parking garage outside the office after my lunch hour nap today and the spot I had occupied when I left for lunch was taken, so I continued up and was going to go to the empty top level when I saw this other spot that always seems to be empty but I've used before. I took the turn in, it was kind of tight, but then my car remembered that it was a big old SUV and gently brushed the left mirror of the car on my left. This mirror must have taken the nudge the wrong was and promptly cracked and dangled off the side of the car. Much to my dismay, a hairline crack also appeared on the windshield. I frowned.
Turning off the radio and clearing my mind, I pulled back out, and drove on up to the empty top area and parked. I examined my car for damage of which there was a little friction brush mark and some lost paint. I strode back down to the victim and left a note claiming responsibility with my name and number, but since I've never gotten into an accident like this before, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do next.
What information should I provide? What will something relatively minor like this do to my insurance? (I'm sure that it will have major consequences in that department)
And, of course, I have that sinking feeling that by actually doing the right thing and taking responsibility for this accident, I will, of course, get reamed out by my parents and not be allowed to drive. I suppose that's better than a dark secret gnawing away at my heart and knowing that I will have spoiled someone's day even worse than now, because at least now they'll have someone to take their anger out against.
I also think that people would criticize my apparent nonchalance in handling all this. I didn't run in circles and scream eeeeee!, when I took the elevator upstairs, I got a cup of water and bought a stick of gum. I went to the bathroom. I don't think the person will be leaving anytime soon, and if they must, I left my number and will be glad to cover any expenses or that sort of thing.
Anyway, this weariness translated to a certain unresponsiveness behind the wheel and all day, I've been cruising around with eyes half shut, blasting classic rock in order to try to keep me conscious. If I had it my way, I would stay home from work today and try to rest up, however, I'm in an even more obligatory situation than the regular working man. Not only do the people at work expect me to work (which they actually don't, they don't mind if I take off), my parents are adamant that I go to work all the time, as my having any free time is always very worrisome to them. I digress again.
I was pulling back up through the winding parking garage outside the office after my lunch hour nap today and the spot I had occupied when I left for lunch was taken, so I continued up and was going to go to the empty top level when I saw this other spot that always seems to be empty but I've used before. I took the turn in, it was kind of tight, but then my car remembered that it was a big old SUV and gently brushed the left mirror of the car on my left. This mirror must have taken the nudge the wrong was and promptly cracked and dangled off the side of the car. Much to my dismay, a hairline crack also appeared on the windshield. I frowned.
Turning off the radio and clearing my mind, I pulled back out, and drove on up to the empty top area and parked. I examined my car for damage of which there was a little friction brush mark and some lost paint. I strode back down to the victim and left a note claiming responsibility with my name and number, but since I've never gotten into an accident like this before, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do next.
What information should I provide? What will something relatively minor like this do to my insurance? (I'm sure that it will have major consequences in that department)
And, of course, I have that sinking feeling that by actually doing the right thing and taking responsibility for this accident, I will, of course, get reamed out by my parents and not be allowed to drive. I suppose that's better than a dark secret gnawing away at my heart and knowing that I will have spoiled someone's day even worse than now, because at least now they'll have someone to take their anger out against.
I also think that people would criticize my apparent nonchalance in handling all this. I didn't run in circles and scream eeeeee!, when I took the elevator upstairs, I got a cup of water and bought a stick of gum. I went to the bathroom. I don't think the person will be leaving anytime soon, and if they must, I left my number and will be glad to cover any expenses or that sort of thing.