But it wasn't in my car.
:D
Gotcha, didn't I? It was in my company truck just about an hour ago. I was waiting at a light at an off-ramp, with a silver Volvo S70 in front of me. I was looking around the corner for cars coming, and I must not have had my foot on the brake pedal very well, because before I knew what was going on, I was lurching forward. Before I could stomp back on the brakes, I bumped into the Volvo, busted his taillight, and munched up the back of the fender and bumper a little bit. I think my foot must have popped off the edge of the pedal or something, I honestly couldn't tell you how it happened.
But the guy was SUPER cool about it, he wasn't even pissed off or anything. I called my boss, and he was pretty cool about it too, I just won't be allowed to drive the company pickup anymore (insurance won't let me now). Shit happens, I guess. That's why they call them accidents, I suppose. I still feel like a dumbass.
:D
Gotcha, didn't I? It was in my company truck just about an hour ago. I was waiting at a light at an off-ramp, with a silver Volvo S70 in front of me. I was looking around the corner for cars coming, and I must not have had my foot on the brake pedal very well, because before I knew what was going on, I was lurching forward. Before I could stomp back on the brakes, I bumped into the Volvo, busted his taillight, and munched up the back of the fender and bumper a little bit. I think my foot must have popped off the edge of the pedal or something, I honestly couldn't tell you how it happened.
But the guy was SUPER cool about it, he wasn't even pissed off or anything. I called my boss, and he was pretty cool about it too, I just won't be allowed to drive the company pickup anymore (insurance won't let me now). Shit happens, I guess. That's why they call them accidents, I suppose. I still feel like a dumbass.

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