The day was supposed to be irritating to some degree, already–I was to borrow V’s car, drive to the Sacramento Airport, pick up the boyfriend and the boyfriend’s mother, move her into her new nursing home, and then head back home to do work and to get the boy to make some college calls he doesn’t want to make. Fun, fun, Friday.
Well, it’s several hours later, and I’m not at the airport yet. A few minutes after borrowing the car, I was turning right on B from Russell. A older man and his wife were in the lane beside me–the lane designated to go straight. The man decided that he needed to be in my lane, despite the fact that I was there. I yelled at him and pulled further forward, stopping to yield to a biker who had right of way.
That’s when I got hit from behind.
Not by the man, but by the car that had been behind me–he had decided to move into her car space too. In attempting to not get hit by him, she hit me.
He drove away.
Then, as she was calling her mother and I was calling Vanessa and the police, and the boyfriend called me. He’s still stuck in Denver, can’t get to Sac. Can I pick him up in a few hours in San Fran?
My head hurts for so many reasons now.
