This is the first time I’ve ever blogged from my Treo. Not yet sure if I’ll make it a habit.
I was in a serious collision today. No one was hurt but fama PR colleague and pal Kyla K totaled her car. We were returning from a nice sushi lunch (as seems typical for these places around here, great sushi, awful service.) She t-boned a couple in a Volvo hard enough to make me wonder why the woman in the passenger side was completely unhurt. We hit them HARD.. textbook t-bone, our nose right into their b-pillar. We were each going about 35, so it really was a good one – or, as we Mainers say, “a doozy!” I still have that nitrogen-pyrotechnic airbag stonk in my nose. I smacked up my legs a little but just bruises, nothing bad. The people we hit were very nice and gracious.
It was Kyla’s first crash! I do wish I’d had my camera, it could have gone in her life scrapbook. It’d be sorta like “Here’s my first tooth … that was me on my first day of school … here’s Biff, my first boyfriend.. this is my first car… oh, this was my first accident!” Friends would say, “awwww, so cuuute! what a nice one! look how the car juice is sprayed all over the intersection! so impressive for your first time! you’re all grown up, gurl…”
Anyway, yeah, car accidents suck and are inconvenient. I’ve been through a lot of them – some teentsy fender benders and some very serious. It’s tempting, especially for those of us who wince every time we think we see a scratch on our car, to get bogged down in the grit and hassle and miss the important part – the reminder of how fragile and magical life is and how fucking lucky we are in those instants. How everything can change in a flash.
But for some unseeable tiny decision somewhere deep in the hum of the city – a mother bringing her kids home from school and deciding to grab a cup of coffee before heading over the bridge; a teenager forgetting her purse and turning the car around to go get it; a child spilling his milk and dad gruffly pulling the minivan over to clean up the mess…. never knowing. But for the grace of the Cosmos, we could have met them at that intersection – in their car, at their angle, at their speed. Or, I might have decided to grab a takeout menu from the restaurant on the way out… or pondered an extra moment on how shitty a tip to give … just enough to knock our timing off by a second or two. And then, who knows what kind of tragedy I might be writing about tonight, if I were writing at all.