Lorna, my partner of 15+ years, works for the post office. She is a rural mail carrier which means she has to provide the vehicle. She’s gone through a lot in the years she’s had the job. Her latest, a ’94 Chevy Blazer, died last week or so. Actually, it has been like Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones: dead but too stoned to realize it.
As a result, she’s been driving My Truck, an ’03 Chevy S10 CrewCab (the name of the truck is My Truck). Yesterday, Thursday, she was rear-ended. Luckily, Chevy made a great rear frame and while My Truck is drivable, the kid’s car was not. Went right under the truck. The bumper is hanging down but is high enough it is not dragging the ground. The passenger side rear panel is wrinkled beyond repair.
But the absolute good news is that Lorna is fine! She’s a little sore today, which is to be expected. Her route, while rural, is off and on a road that is used by logging trucks. We are just thrilled it was not one of those idiots. She had stopped and had her left turn signal on to turn into a driveway for a woman’s ‘hardship box’ (which means the person is unable to go to the mailbox so the carrier takes it up to the porch or some other pre-designated spot). The dumbass kid thought her turn signal meant she was telling him to go around her. DUH!
Sure we’re not neighbors? Sounds like we have the same collection of local idiots who can’t drive, at the very least!
Glad Lorna is okay, but sorry your My Truck got banged up.
Glad Lorna is OK. Truck is fixable or replaceable. Sometimes folks isn’t, as W might say. Those dumbass kids are everywhere. Maybe we should shoot everyone under age 30 and start over with a new crop, and do it right this time!