And Then I Hit a Lexus.

The other day was MLK, Jr. day (duh) and so Nellie’s daycare was closed. No biggie. I had my in-laws lined up to watch her, but not until 8:30. Josh goes to work at 7, so I excitedly took my little one to a local breakfast place for a breakfast date… Just me and her. She enjoyed her crunchy bacon and milk out of her big girl cup  (Nellie would ask, “I hod him?” wanting to hold it herself.) and was a perfect little lady the whole time.

I had to park on a hill, with the front of my car facing upward. When we were leaving, there was a car parked both in front of me and behind me. I was nervous; I’m not so good at pulling off of hills so I was anxious about sliding into the car behind me. So I devised a plan in my head. I packed Nellie back into the car, climbed into the driver’s seat and I was ready.

I put the car in reverse and scooted back just a little bit to get some distance between myself and the car in front of me. I turned the wheel all the way over, ready to accelerate and zip out safely from behind the car in front of me, doing it quickly enough to not slide backward. I poised my foot, and pressed it down hard against the gas.

In a fraction of a second – which wasn’t enough time to do anything but think OH SHIT OH SHIT – I realized that my dumb ass hadn’t taken the car out of reverse. I went flying backward and slammed into the car parked behind me – a used Lexus.

Eyes wide, I stared in my rearview mirror. I glanced over at the restaurant, expecting to see a crowd of people pouring out to see what had just happened. I watched the doors for a few minutes.. Nothing. I started to freak out. I came thisclose to driving off. “They’ll never know,” I thought. “No one will EVER know who did this.”

I pulled to the other side of the road and saw the damage I had inflicted on the back of the other car. Trunk was caved in, rear lights smashed. I scrambled out of my car and assessed my bumper. Nothing. Nada. A few cosmetic smudges and scratches. EFF YEAH, FORD ESCAPE.

Still panicking slightly, I called the restaurant and told the woman who answered what had happened. I explained that I didn’t want to get out of the car because I had my daughter. When the woman hung up, I rolled my window down and started sobbing. I felt embarrassed, scared, and I was shaking. Nellie started chirping from the backseat, “Mama? Mama cwyin? Mama cwy? Mamaaaaaa.” I snorted and sobbed, “No honey, Mama’s fine. Mama is ok. Mama is just shaken up.”
“Mama say-ken up.” Nellie confirmed and then went about playing with her laptop.

The owner of the car came out and I burst into tears again. I apologized profusely and told them how dumb I felt. How awful. How embarrassed. The girl looked college-age and was ridiculously nice. She assured me that it was fine, she hit stuff all the time and had been in more wrecks than she could count. There happened to be an off-duty policeman there who patted me on the back and told me that’s what insurance was there for. I felt humiliated; I am twenty-eight years old, not some stupid seventeen year old kid who just got her license.

About a half hour later the police showed up, took his report, and that was it. I apologized again to the girl and she told me again that it was fine. Everyone was okay, it happens all the time, and I drove away sheepishly feeling like the biggest dummy on the planet.

It was a hell of a way to start the day. I am grateful that no one was in the car, and we weren’t going fast enough to really hurt anyone. You can bet your ass that I’ll never buy a Lexus though; that damn trunk crumpled like a paper cup when I backed into it. My hardy Ford Escape barely has a scratch on it.

How was YOUR Monday?


  1. ::Hugs:: I’m so sorry you had to go through that! Accidents are terrible, I know I’ve had my fair share. I’m so glad that no one was hurt and that everyone was kind to you — that makes all the difference because accidents DO happen and there’s no sense in getting all angry over them.
    Mandi recently posted..Pretend There’s a Lovely Photo-an-Hour Post Here

  2. I’m so sorry. Things like this suck.

    I do commend you for doing the right thing and staying put and notifying the owner of the other car. I’ve had friends here who have walked out to their car, to see part of it dented, scratched or smashed, and no note or anything, and it sucks.

    I promise you’ll feel better about it soon.

  3. Oh, HON-EH, I am notorious for doing the same stupid shit.

    In fact, about two months ago I had to take my son to piano practice. On our way out the door I remember thinking, “Self, Kirsten [my sister’s friend that was over visiting] has parked her car at a weird angle, so you’re going to need to cut your wheel to the right before backing out in order to avoid her car [which was parked 90% behind our SUV and about 10% behind my BABY.]”

    So, I get in the car. My son gets in, but his attitude was crap. He was exhausted and didn’t want to go to practice that day. So, we sat there for a few minutes talking about piano and why it’s important that he goes to his lesson even though he’s tired, etc.

    That crises was averted in about 5 minutes or so. SO THEN, I back out. SMACK. SON OF A BITCH. I pull forward. UGHHHH. I pull forward and survey the damage. My sister’s friend’s car (an old Honda) was fine. My one-year old Cadillac CTS…. HUGE F’N SCRAPE right above the left tire. The irony? I’m 27 and Kirsten is 18!!

    That’s the most recent example. I can think of 3 more off the top of my head. And I’m a VERY cautious driver. I do the speed limit. I always wear my seatbelt. But backing into crap is my specialty. (In fact, the first time I did it–I was trying to sneak out of the house in my mom’s van. I looked left. I looked right. WAM. Backed straight into my grandmother’s car that was parked directly behind her van, leaving a HUGE dent the size of her driver side door. Oops! I should have known then that I would have many, many experiences with embarrassing myself while my vehicle was in reverse.)

    So, it happens to everyone. And it sucks. And it’s expensive. But it’s life. I’m thankful you and your little one were okay. And who knows, maybe that little oops that kept you in the parking lot longer than you’d anticipated saved your life because it kept you away from a bigger accident that would have happened otherwise (one that wasn’t your fault, of course.) So–chalk it up to fate or a guardian angel. :)

    Jackie @
    Jackie recently posted..Do you "LIKE" me? Then tell me so!

  4. god. don’t you hate that? there’s that moment of SHIT SHIT SHIT how can I undo this!? right before you realize that there’s no way to undo it. In other words, I’ve done similar things. Sorry – but you did the right thing. I respect you for that!
    ~C~ @ mommy in the midwest recently posted..sleeping baby

Speak Your Mind


CommentLuv badge