a lesson in foreshadowing

The whole thing is actually quite ironic.

I'm driving home from work yesterday talking to my friend John on the phone, and he mentions that he'd read something online about how Michigan has the highest number of deer/car accidents of all the states. We debated how this could be true, and then settled the matter.

"It's probably because Michigan has the dumbest drivers," I said. To which he replied, "And the smartest deer."

Fast forward 2 hours.

I'd gotten home, changed my clothes for aerobics and was hurrying to pick my friend Laura up for class. I remember the thought crossing my mind that I wished I had remembered to wear my glasses, but since I hadn't, I would be especially careful driving. Moments later I see 2 deer jut out from the corner of my eye, running full force toward the road. I slam on my brakes, narrowly missing the first one, and CRASH hit the second one, or rather, she smashes into me. The first hit was between my driver's side front headlight and tire. Long dent. Then her body spins around and hits me again, this time against my door, leaving another deep dent, and knocking my side mirror completely loose. (These pictures taken at night just don't do the damage justice!)



Through the thick smell of burned rubber, I pull over to the side of the road and survey the damage. (Notice, not to check if she was still around whimpering, twitching, and savagely preparing to attack me, nope. Just to check out my car). I see the dents, what's left of the mirror, and several scratches all over the door... which later turned out to be deer hairs. Sick.





I continued on to Laura's, we hopped in her car, went to aerobics and back. I got back in my car (carefully) rushing home so as not to miss the OC, and called 9-1-1 when I got in front of the TV (even during emergencies it's important to keep your priorities in order). My lovely scandal-filled hour of Fox television was pre-empted though when a policeman came out to make a report.

After a refreshing night's sleep, I had better perspective about the whole thing, meaning, I had actually forgotten it even happened. Reality quickly returned when I saw those disgusting hairy dents... And the fact that it didn't start up was a good indication, too. Maybe there is more trouble than meets the eye? Tomorrow it's back to the shop.

And so the story goes...

I blame John.