This time, I wasn't driving, so Francis was spared. But it was super-freaky and much worse than the last accident. My friend Bethany was driving, and she ended up with second degree burns on her hands from the airbag. I ended up with bruised ribs, a messed-up neck (no whiplash, thank goodness), and a brokennotbroken finger that hurts like the dickens. Stupid finger.
We were heading to Fort Wayne for Indian food--which, by the way, I still haven't gotten--and a car pulled straight across the highway were were driving on. The people in front of us moved into the left lane to try and avoid the first car. They collided anyway. And then we hit the first car, because there was nowhere to go.
Bruised ribs suck. Also so does having your neck unable to support your head, and a finger that makes using my dominant hand impossible.
Here is Bethany's car.
And here is the car we hit. The side impact was us...the front impact was from the car in front of us, who didn't manage to miss them when they swerved.
Did I mention ouch? Because ouch. Luckily, everyone walked away. But really. Ouch. OUCH.
If the fates are listening, no more car accidents, okay? And if the Summer of Suck can be over now, all the better.
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