Collision
I was in a traffic collision today. I mean, it was certainly an accident, but there was fault (watch Hot Fuzz for your own good, and an explanation of the distinction). The guy was exiting the freeway onto Foothill Boulevard headed up toward the U and never even tapped his breaks before he slammed into me, as I was slowing down for a red light. I remember what I was thinking at every mili-moment of the accident. In the very beginning, as my head was flying back toward my headrest and my eyes were instinctively shut, I was confused and didn't know what was happening. Then my head smashed into the headrest and I was thrust forward. I realized we had been hit by the time my eyes opened, and by "we", I mean me and my perfect, squishy, soft, and angelic little baby in the middle of the back seat, and I was terrified that she had been hurt, but knew that babies often do better in car accidents than adults because of their awesome car seats. Then I saw the whit