We were going to Las Cruces to spend the day with her brother. It wasn't our normal trip since I was required to go as her father was visiting & this was the only way Connor could see him. I had to be present. Spending a day with my ex is not my idea of fun. Seeing or speaking to him or texting for that matter is not my idea of fun. So, when Faith & I were both awake before the alarm, we decided to go. Next time. I am getting donuts.
I placed my order, minus the muffins that were still cooking. It wasn't until the young man was handing me the cups that I realized that I forgot to state that they were frappes. I was getting flavored coffee. I handed him my card, told him to recharge me. I pulled around behind the car that was waiting on me. After getting the order done again the young man suggested I just come on in while he was making them. My daughter was happy as I rarely go inside.
Then it happened. I went to park. I ran over (the small - not normal size) cement stop, insteading of stopping. I can hear the scraping under the car & Faith yelling "Mama," in an odd tone & slamming on my brakes as I was driving into the side of the building. I immediately backed out, scraping again & parked.
The guy comes running out of the building to see what happened. Faith is okay, but shook. I am shook & feel wobbly. I have no explaination.
Would you believe I forgot my cellphone? I used their phone to call my sister, the insurance lady, who I am sure loved me at 6 in the morning, & police. The young mad inside was jolly & kind. He gave us orange juice & told us it would be okay. He said this wasn't anything.....I wonder what he's done....
I can only say that I am grateful that noone was hurt. My daughter is still shook when it comes to my driving, which is fine. This is the first accident I have ever caused. It is weird.
***It wasn't until some time later & waking daily to sort through it all that, that I stopped taking a migraine medication that I think may have had something to do with the accident.
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