Last week my wife calls me in a panic and says she just got rear ended at a stop light. She was OK but the rear bumper wasn’t. Luckily she was by herself and the kids weren’t along.
Indeed this is life and these sort of things happen, but what really bites is the car is brand spanking new. It’s a 2010 Sienna, complete with a non-recalled gas pedal, new car smell and less than 2500 miles. It had not even had it’s first oil change yet. Sigh…
So I drove the car this morning to the auto body shop where they will be installing a new bumper today. When asked if I wanted a rental car I proudly proclaimed “No, I’m taking the bus!” To which the 19 year old receptionist looked at me strangely and said they would shuttle me to work if I would like. I made the game time call that a shuttle ride wasn’t against my rules given the circumstances.
I seized the opportunity to exercise a different rule and I engage the driver in conversation. I proceeded to learn that his wife was pregnant with their first, he is pretty freaked out and that he really doesn’t like his career choice. Over the course of the 10 minute ride he got a lot off his chest and his mood went from rather grumpy about shuttling me to more optimistic about his life situation. It was fun, way more fun than driving a rental car.
The van should be ready tomorrow evening. In the meantime I don’t have a choice about how I’m getting around. So in turn, neither does my daughter. We are going to bus to preschool tomorrow. I broke the news to her at dinner last night and she was as excited as Christmas morn. Oh how the world must look through 4 year old eyes.