On Monday, as I was driving Finn and my niece Brooke to Preschool we got hit by another car. It was minor. Everything was okay. She hit me in the back, I didn't see it coming. I looked in my rearview and saw the car, stopped and then flipped around. At first it looked like she was going to keep on driving (& I was going to chase them down believe me) but drove over a half a block and then pulled over. I pulled behind her. I saw that she was talking to some one on the phone. I sat there for a minute (assuming she was talking to the police station). She didn't get out of her car, she was moving around, I knew she was fine. I could tell she wasn't talking to the police station, so I called them. Don't freak out Kelly, you're okay, it's just a minor wreck, EVERYBODY'S OKAY.
"Does anybody in the other car need an ambulance?", I pulled up to her car (the car that hit me), and I rolled down my window. I expected her to look a little bit sorry or tell me that she was sorry or ask me if I/we were okay. She opened her door as I motioned and asked her if she and then saw a little boy in the car with her if they were okay. She gave me a very rude look and nodded her head yes, and no she didn't need an ambulance.
The dispatch lady asked me if I was okay and I said something on the lines of, "I'm okay but I think I'm gonna freak out. I was in a horrible accident a few months ago and I can feel a panic attack brewing". As the policeman approached the scene of the minor accident I rolled down my window he looked at me like I was a freak as he said, "you okay, dispatch said you were very anxious". "No, I'm okay. I was in a horrible accident a few months ago... It was on Christmas Eve....",..."did you happen to hear about it?". He wasn't even really listening to a word I had said, "in this city?", he asked. "No", I looked down. I hate him. I'm not going to explain why I'm acting a little anxious. Then the tears began to fall. The officer just walked away as I started sobbing. I put my head in my hands. I still had my Ovation Hair Therapy treatment in my hair that I left in overnight & I could feel it in my fingers. It looks like a mixture of crusty and greasy at the same time. My brother came to get the kids so they could actually go to Preschool.
I started filling out the accident report as he walked over to the other car. Another officer pulled up. He walked straight over to the other car too. They were very friendly to her and everybody was sorta laughing. They were totally flirting with her. I wasn't listening to what they were talking about but just continued to quietly sob. I felt like I was going to throw up. I filled out the names of the little passengers in the car. I wanted to write Colum. One of these were filled out in our accident and Colum's name would have gone here. I hate this. Just breathe Kelly... deep breathes. She would look at me every few minutes and give me dirty looks. I was filling out the insurance part and it hit me... does this one have insurance. "Do you have insurance", I yelled. She nodded her head rudely. "Awesome, that's awesome.", I got an extra dirty look with that response. I got out of the car and limped over to the officer's car (hadn't taken my meds yet). My hair was greasy, while crusty and my gray sweatpants were/are about 13 inches too long. I handed him the paperwork, and asked if he could just make sure she has insurance. He rolled his eyes and held up an insurance card. I said "that's what the last guy that hit us had, and funny how that's what the last officer told us. We believed it about 5-6 surgeries in, until our insurance company called to let us know that he actually wasn't up to date on his payments... just had the card. So, ya know we are paying for a whole lot of hospital bills, we were life flighted, and.... a funeral, we are paying for a funeral too!" He literally just sat there annoyed. Not because he felt bad or sorry for me. And believe me, I don't want people to feel sorry for me. This guy was just a complete a$$h01e. He was annoyed that I was basically asking him to double check that this woman had insurance (because that would require him to actually work). I hate all the cops in this city, I hate them so bad. He walked up to my car moments later that according to his system she has insurance. "Thank you, I've just learned that just because somebody has a card that doesn't mean they have insurance and I don't want have to pay for this too".
As I drove home, I knew I probably seemed like a very dramatic person that hasn't showered in about a month or so. I was upset that the lady that hit me was so rude. But mostly I was pissed about how I was treated by the policeman. I'm just a person with feelings, I'm not a drug dealer, I was the one who was hit...maybe if I had been all dolled up I would have been treated with more respect? The report that she filled out said she was only 16. So the little boy in the back seat was probably her little brother (I assumed she was his Mom). She's totally forgiven. The dirty looks and lack of apologetic behavior was probably because she was scared half to death and has no idea what a pain in the butt this is for the other person. But the officer's flirting just made me more grossed out and all the more inappropriate, but hey they're the Po-lice.
Note: I've had bad experiences with the police officers in the city I live in, in the past. Let's just say years ago my neighbor would stand on a bucket on his side of the yard and beat my dogs with a garden shovel (teeth are missing/gouges in their heads) and torture them in other ways while we were at work... occasionally when we were home. The fence is 6 feet tall. The police were called over 10x's and they did nothing. We had witnesses etc. I'm sure there ARE SOME good ones where I live. I've just not yet had the opportunity of meeting one. I do not think that cops that risk their lives to keep us safe are bad people in any way, fact I consider them to be heros....superheros :) I've just had a string of bad luck with the ones that I've met.
I know I have a little PTSD when it comes to driving/car wrecks. I think it's to be expected. I absolutely HATE it. My whole day was completely shot. I still feel a little sick. I wish I could move or afford to move where I could take the train everywhere sometimes... secretly... just a little. Or maybe in the middle of nowhere. I think I'd like that a lot better.