I was having a really good day, yesterday. I got up, made my coffee, watered my garden, got dressed, and headed out to drive for Uber. It took a minute to get my first ride request, but I hadn’t gotten up super early (4am just seems to tank me too much) so I wasn’t too worried about it. When I finally got it, it was a nice fare to get things kicked off.
My second ride was a really nice one – from Tacoma to Tukwila. The woman was super nice and we joked and laughed the whole way, and she ended up giving me a $10 tip at the end. Super nice.
I wasn’t really feeling like driving in King County, so I headed back down to Tacoma. I wanted to stop at a Goodwill to look for some Summery-type tops since what I have for anything short sleeve is t-shirts that either have paint on them or stains from cleaning – nothing I would wear to drive for Uber. I was going to wait until pay-day, but the tip would at least allow me to get a couple of shirts. We have hot weather forecasted for this week (upper 70’s, low to mid 80’s).
I look at the shirts at Goodwill and didn’t see anything I liked, so I wandered around for a little bit. I ended up buying a couple of books – Breathless and Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz. It wasn’t until I was showing the books to Lance last night that I realized that I have already read Life Expectancy. Crud. Oh well. At least I have one book to read, which is a gagillion times better than having no book at all.
Across the parking lot from the Goodwill is an Entenmann’s Bakery Outlet. I used to stop at this store every now and again when my daughter was little to get a little treat for us. When I left Goodwill, I decided to head over there and get myself a treat before heading back out, again, to drive. At least, that had been the plan.
As I’m driving across the parking lot, I remembered that there is a craft store near the Entenmann’s. I still need to paint the details on one of my lawn art bees so I can put them out and I was thinking I would go check in there to see if they had what I need after I stopped at the bakery. I wouldn’t be able to get the paint then, if they had what I need, but I would know where to head over to after payday. Then, I heard this awful noise.
As I started to turn my head to look toward the noise, I felt the car move. When my eyes hit the back passenger side window, my mind just couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing for a second. And then everything clicked. I had just been hit by a car that was backing out of a parking spot.
The woman who was driving the car got out of her Volvo and said “I didn’t even see you!” I looked at her, my brain still swimming a bit, trying to process what happened, and I replied, “I would have guessed you didn’t or I imagine you wouldn’t have hit me.” I pulled into a parking spot, grabbed my insurance card, and called my insurance company, MetroMile.
As I’m talking with my insurance company, finding out exactly what they need and getting a claim started, the woman driving the Volvo keeps saying she is already 17 minutes late for work and needs to go. All I could think was ‘ well, that explains why you didn’t see me.’ She had backed out of the parking spot fast enough to move the Prius over about a foot or so. I’ll admit that the fact that she kept repeating it made me a little worried she was just going to hop in her car and drive off. Thankfully, she didn’t.
After getting all of the info I needed from her and hanging up with my insurance company, I headed toward home. I couldn’t believe my car had gotten hit. I’ve only had it since the end of January, was just getting back into driving for Uber after two weeks down due to the deal with my license, and now this. This is too much. I can’t help feeling like the Universe is trying to say something to me here, though I know it is probably just all coincidence. Life happens, which is something I am quite familiar with.
When I got on the freeway toward home, the Prius didn’t feel right. I started to wonder if maybe I should be driving it home. ‘It’s just the stress of the accident making it feel that way,’ I kept telling myself. When Lance got home, we went for a short drive with him sitting in the back, next to the door that was hit, to see if he could smell exhaust and/or feel anything that might indicate something was off with the back-end of the car. He said he didn’t smell any exhaust but it did feel like the rear end was off. Ugh. This sucks.
When the adjuster called, she let me know I had two options: use my collision insurance, with a $500 deductible, which is the quickest way to have the car fixed and back on the road, or have the woman’s insurance, USAA, deal with it. Since I do not have $500 to pay the deductible, I’m stuck waiting for USAA to fix my car. Crap.
I can’t drive for Uber until the car is fixed, which means I am stuck coming up with the weekly car payments on my own somehow. I think I need to return the Prius. If I’m not driving, the payment is a bit much for me to keep coming up with. To say I’m a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing is a bit of an understatement. I was feeling like we would be able to finally get moving back to good after the driver’s license thing, but, apparently not. At least, not through me driving for Uber, again, since that is, now, not an option. I have to figure this out. Any suggestions, insights, from anyone would be greatly
On the upside to yesterday’s fun: my Painted Daisy finally bloomed.