And Now This

I’m at my family’s house on Sammi’s laptop. It’s 11:30 at night.

I should be home by now, but about an hour and a half ago, I was on my way there, driving on a back country road, with my cat being all dramatic in the carrier next to me, when I saw a deer running parallel to the road. I kept my eye on it and slowed down, hoping it wouldn’t run out in front of me. Pretty soon I was past it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

And then it plowed into the driver’s side of my car.

There was a time when this would have reduced me to immediate hysterics, but I guess I’ve grown up some since my Immediate Hysterics (good name for a band) days. I pulled over as soon as I could, which happened to be almost exactly where a teacher had died in a wreck on this road a few weeks ago, so that was creepy. I saw that my driver’s side mirror was fucked but could not tell if the car had sustained any other damage. I took lots of deep breaths and called home and stayed really calm, because I knew that if I freaked out, my parents would freak out, and I didn’t want to do that. I assured them that I was fine, and although I was rattled, I was in fact fine. I was closer to their house than to mine, so I turned around and came back.

So, yeah. The driver’s side mirror is fucked, and both doors on that side are pretty dented. I called my insurance company right away and filed a claim, but it’ll be next Monday before they can assess the damage. They’re supposed to cut me a check that day, though, so that’s good, and apparently getting sideswiped by a deer falls under comprehensive coverage, so I don’t have a deductible to pay.

It’s inconvenient and it was scary, but it could have been worse. There were no other cars on the road, and the deer could have jumped into the driver’s side window or come in front of the car, where I would have instinctively swerved and maybe wrecked the car in the process. It was kind of better that I didn’t see it coming up on the side.

A couple of years ago, I was leaving my doctor’s office when I saw that someone had hit my old car and knocked off the side view mirror, and I seriously lost my shit. I called home and was reduced to Immediate Hysterics and was generally kind of ridiculous, considering the damage. But there was no losing of shit tonight, which really surprised my family, and I’m kind of proud of myself.

But now I just have to drive my ghettofied dented car around with its broken mirror for a week or two until I can get it fixed.

Comments 9

  • that sucks. My dad lives way out in the middle of nowhere and I have to drive down long windy roads to get there. And there are deer EVERYWHERE. I’m always afraid something like that’s gonna happen. Did the deer run off?

  • OMG I would’ve been reduced to immediate hysterics, no doubt! Good for you for keeping your cool through all that.

    How did the cat handle it?

    Happy Fourth! =)

  • blow.

    those sneaky teleporting deer.

    did you keep it for the meat?

    MMM VENISON.

    p.s. my cousin once hit a deer, and then got a loaner car. she then proceeded to hit a deer with the loaner. TRUE STORY.

  • Glad to hear you’re okay! Scary stuff with the cars, huh?

  • Yah, wow. Just glad you’re okay.

    how was your 4th? it’s like a war zone out here.

  • Oh my God, the deer scare the hell out of me! Last Thanksgiving I was driving back to Knoxville and I hit a deer on 81. And unlike you, I was most definitely reduced to Immediate Hysterics. Only what I was the most freaked out about was whether I had killed the deer or maimed him for life, thereby leaving his poor defenseless deer children to fend for themselves. Yeah, I know, I’m weird like that. Anyway, I’m glad you’re ok!

  • I’m glad you’re OK!

  • How scary. I’m glad you are okay though.

    (p.s. you know what I had for lunch yesterday? Spaghettios!!!)

  • Okay, first of all, I say your start a fund for the LorieStoriesFamily Monorail. The Monorail will take you and your family anywhere they need to go while taking you off that damned dirty backroad of destruction.

    Second, that deer had it out for you and I’m sorry but, to this city-slicker, that’s pretty damn funny.

    Third, good going with the whole mature-head thing. I might have hauled ass after that deer just to give it a piece of my mind. (and take back the piece of my car.)

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