So as you all know, Sir came to visit me this weekend. I picked him up from the airport, he stayed at my house, we hung out, caught up on each other's lives, I showed him around Atlanta. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday he was all mine. And I loved it. Saturday he was at his hotel and attended his greek events he came out here for. I figured I should see him one more time before he left, so I offered to drive him to the airport on Sunday.
Apparently that was a bad move.
I ended up in a car accident before I even picked him up. It was raining that morning, the steering wheel started shaking and the car wheels refused to follow where I turned. So instead of turning as I should have, the car continued to drive straight and started sliding in the rain. I hit the wall on the side of the road and my car flipped over. Sitting in the car, upside down, I found a way to crawl out the window (yay for seat belts!). Unfortunately, my phone flew out of the car along with my iPod and purse. The paramedics recovered my purse but the phone and iPod were still missing.
I'm surprised to have gotten out of the car without a scratch on me. I went to the hospital just to get checked out; my only injuries were a bump on the head and scratch on my finger. Thank you, Jesus. Well, my car is gone, my phone is gone, (I later went back to the site of the crash to look around and I found my iPod).
Do you know how hard it is to reach anyone without a cell phone? Seriously, I should really start memorizing people's phone numbers.
Well, I guess this is a big enough sign to let me know that I didn't need to see Sir again. But really, I would have taken a phone call. "Hey, no need to pick me up. I'll catch a taxi." And all would have been well. Needless to say, he felt awful. But, uh, I think I should leave Sir alone... for now...
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