Stealth Van Strikes Again

Or rather, has been struck. When my daughter had been gone less than 10 minutes last night and my cell phone rang, I knew instinctively that there was trouble. Sure enough! She told me that she'd been in an accident, and that she had hit someone. Then a kindly male voice interrupted and said "No, no, I hit YOU--let's get it right!". Needless to say I dropped everything and high-tailed it over to where she was. It was alarming to see an ambulance parked there, with its lights on, but it turned out they were just passing through and thought they'd stop to see what the bother was, and help block the lane from traffic.

Turns out the kindly male was exactly correct. Em was stopped at a red light and he plowed into her from behind. The stalwart van has need of a new bumper, perhaps, but that's it. The little silver sports car that ran into it, however, may be a goner.

We had quite a wait for the police, and we had a reasonably good time while we waited, trying to figure out why we looked familiar to each other (never did decide) and chatting with the EMTs, who were happy to be dealing with nice, live, uninjured people. The only physical injury was a cut on Emily's thumb, and it had us mystified until one of the EMTs pointed out that it would have been exactly where the long fingernail on her index finger went when she clenched the steering wheel on impact.

Even the policeman seemed to be in a good mood, and we got it all over with in the space of a little over an hour. A nice, friendly accident, for a warm summer's evening. The only thing missing was ice cream all round.

Praise be to God that no one was hurt, Emily doesn't seem to be traumatized, and the valiant and indestructible van took it like the pro she is. What's one more dent?

Love, Spud.