That One Thing, That Has to Go Wrong

Everyone has that one thing.  The one thing that a parent cautiously lends their child.  My dad's 1979 Corvette was that thing.  The weather was perfect to be driving with the t tops off. I had to run home for my work clothes that I had forgotten at home.  I merged into the turn lane before the white line started so I wouldn't have to wait on the long line of cars.  By the way, that is one-hundred percent legal.  As i was in the turn lane, a man pulled out from a Kroger parking lot, just because someone waved him out, right as I was twenty feet infront of him.  Corvette lovers beware of this next part.  I had no time to stop as I tried to slam on my brakes as hard as I could, but to no avail.  I smashed into the man's front left side of his little Ford Fusion.  The fiberglass of my front right side exploded from the impact.  My hands shaking almost uncontrolable I yell to the other car asking if they are okay.  They yell back that they are fine and with that assurance I break down.  Tears start pouring down my face and I put my hands on the top of my head to try to control my breathing.  Meanwhile school has just let out and all the high schoolers are staring at me.  I see Lindsey, who is basically my sister, drive by.  I flag her down abd she parks down the road the comes to see if i'm okay.  The police had been called and they had just arrived as I called my dad to tell him what happened.  I was so scared he would be mad at me for getting in a wreak with his car.  The policeman had both the man and I move our cars.  I knew as I heard the scrap of my wheel against the fiberglass that it was not drivable.  The impact had bent the axel so that the tire couldn't be turned.  The standard license and registration were exchanged when my dad showed up as the policeman was getting a statement from the man in the other car.  Thankfully after seeing the extent of the damage my dad was just happy that I wasn't injured in the accident since there were no air bags in the Corvette due to the year model.  The policeman came to me and got my statement then explained that it was the other man's fault for pulling out infront of me.  A wave of releif hit me, but it didn't last long.  The man was not happy.  He imediately got angry and didn't understand why the wreak was his fault.  I felt myself try to shrink as he pointed at me yelling that it was my fault not his.  Being that he was a large scary man to begin with, his anger didn't help the situation.  After he had calmed down and left I had to watch as my dad's beloved Corvette was towed off, but my dad hugged me and sent me on with Lindsey happy that I was okay.