Gamers in Love: Goodbye Malibubabwa!

So, Prince Malibubabwa, my Chevy Malibu, has met a tragic end. I was working for BRM (my Dad's company) in Cottonwood Heights, finishing one last errand before I could call it a day and go home.

Scene- The intersection of Highland Drive and Fort Union Blvd (2000 East, 7200 South). I am sitting still in the middle of the intersection waiting for the oncoming traffic to finish so I can turn south. Light turns yellow. I see it's my turn to turn. I don't know if I didn't see the car coming at all because there was a car stopping in the first lane of traffic as he was in the second, or if my brain thought that car would stop for the light too. All I knew was there was a red car two feet from me and we were going to crash. Instinctively, my arms lock, holding the steering wheel as tight as possible as my foot slams the break- willing the car to stop instantly. *CRASH*

The airbags went off, and I was breathing horrible dust. I see the other driver getting out of his car. I tried to get out, but my door was stuck. I started to adjust my seat so as to get out the back door, but he helped me open the driver door with a good yank.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. You ok?"

"Yeah." He starts to dial. I stood there. My mind completely blank. Who do I call? I started to take pictures of the cars, you know, so I have evidence of what the damage was, etc... it comes from working for a property manager.... and being my father's daughter :) Now what? Can I just pick up the car and move it to that empty spot so we're not in the middle of the intersection at 5:30 pm? Crap. Rush hour.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience everybody!" I shout to anyone who may have their window down.

I finally text Matt and Mom. Let the panic begin. Matt calls me instantly. He's on his way... naturally. Love him.

Cops show up with orange cones. 2 cop cars. "Everyone ok?" Yep. They call the tow. Mom and Dad both walk down to the intersection. Dad takes pictures. :)

Tow arrives. Dad follows to get my groceries out of the undamaged trunk. Cop comes to me to give me the lightest ticket possible. I was turning, therefore I get a ticket because the turning car is supposed to yield to the oncoming traffic. The cops and the other driver were very nice. I wish all accidents went this way, none of that ridiculous counterproductive shouting. The accident was cleared in excellent time, I thought. Tho, just for good measure, I apologized out loud to all the cars staring at the damage.