First blog post and fender-bender

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I’m glad to finally have established my personal blog. I’ve started and stopped on this project several times before so it’s a great feeling to have finally finished. Please, yell at me, no, scream when you find a bug. Really, I want you to cause there will be some.

It’s been nervewracking the last few hours finishing up things here and there as well as writing this post. Although this story requires some back-tracking.

Last night I was eating dinner with my sister, now 16 years old. She had her driving test scheduled for this morning. Thank god she passed. She failed her permit test the first time so I was relieved.

I was having a good time teasing her last night though. In my experience, it’s for the most part been teenage girls who are horrible drivers. A few months ago my car was backed into by one and since two other friends have had their cars rear ended by teenage girls also.

She took it all in good humor. It’s ironic though as I’m driving to class today that I slide into the car in front of me. My first thought was “Wow. I drive as well as a teenage girl.”

Now hear me out. At the point where I actually hit the car, I couldn’t have been moving more than 5-10 miles an hour. I was pretty much at a crawl. There was no damage to either car so I was hoping I could just check to see that the driver was ok and we’d both go our separate ways.

Turns out, the other driver is muslim. And the only words she knows are:

No! Sorry, fine. I need insurance or call police.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared of an arabic lady in garb. By the end of the whole ordeal I’d talked to two policemen and a winco employee that was bilingual arabic-english (thank god!), we’d exchanged insurance information and all she claimed was a headache.

Damn, I think she gave me more of a headache than I gave her.