we're driving down the freeway, going a breezy 65. getting ready to exit, so we move over one lane. shortly after, we notice the car a few hundred yards in front of us is stopped, so we slow down and start trying to switch lanes again to move around and continue on our way.
i'm getting impatient. we are already almost 10 minutes late to the family party.
this is the fourth night in a row we've made this drive, so i'm sort of hating the freeway right now.
and then my husband says
"we're about to get hit"
within about .5 seconds, i hear squealing tires and smell burning rubber and start looking around a little nervously.
devin throws his hands in the air and lets go of the steering wheel.
CRASH.
Max (the Mazda) has minimal damage. and it's a pretty ironic thing that i work for an awesome collision repair shop. everything will be fine and nobody was hurt.
but did I mention I had a huge tray of dessert on my lap at the time?
cupcakes EVERYWHERE.
1 comment:
oh man, so glad you guys are okay!
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