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i was in an accident.

now, don't fret, readers. it wasn't my fault. allow me to regail this scene of stupidity to you.

11am, Monday Oct. 8th, 2007

eight cars with a handful of seniors met at lca to go to johnson's farm for a day of pumpkin picking. the caravan of cars and vans got on the highway and everything was fine. until...the people in the back moved to the middle lane, sped to at LEAST 80 mph, and moved to the front. an unsettling came over me but still...i drove on. now, understand we had specific directions that we were going to follow. as soon as we got off the highway, somehow my van and my bff's van got separated from the group. turns out, we were going the right way, the leader, my other friend, took a shortcut. my bff and i looked at our maps and tried to get back to where we knew. however, she was so...stressed (dont ask why) that her passenger, another friend, called michelle to get us. by the time we arrived at the pumpkin patch, the others took the hayride. SO the rest of us just hung out, looked around the store, took pics, and basically waited for the group to come back.
a destination for food and drink was not established the night before. we all argued until beth anne decided that we should go to a buffet. 1) cheap 2) get as much as you want, whatever you want. buffet was decided upon! we all got in our vehicles and left the farm. here's the procession of drivers: michelle, joel, tyler, chloe, beth anne, me, gabby, fran. i dont think anyone was paying attention to the speed limit except me (i go EXACTLY the speed limit) because there was a huge gap from beth anne's van to mine. we turned onto rt 38 (BAD IDEA!). let me explain to all the non-jersey folk. 38 is the most dangerous, most must-have-eyes-everywhere route. you must be alert to everything around you and be prepared to stop at any given moment. before we even got on 38, i saw in my rear view mirror, gabby dancing to her music, waving at fran, and checking herself out in her mirror. suddenly, a flash in the back of my mind told me something was going to happen.
we were at an intersection, going about 30 mph (on a 50 mph road...because of the traffic). the light turned green and everyone put their brakes on. i slammed on my brakes then heard a crash in back of me. i knew gabby hit me. i pulled over and sure enough, her whole front end was smashed. the airbags didnt come out and the engine wasnt damaged, but, oh, a lot of cursing went on. on her end and mine. i am thankful to say my silver windstar mini van came home with just a few scrapes. built Ford Tough!
what makes me mad though is that she was fooling around up until the accident then continues to say she was paying attention. uh, hello! waving at other people and dancing in your car is NOT paying attention! oh, and then. AND THEN! she has the nerve to blame beth anne for putting her brakes on in the first place. (actually, i said beth anne put her brakes on, making me put mine on. but gabby took that idea and ran with it) she blamed my best friend for everything and didnt, still doesnt, have the brains to admit she was 1) tailing me and 2) messing around. all i know is,
i'm not paying for the damages done to my bumper. she will be paying for it, no doubt.


but hey, no one got hurt, right?











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