Now, I'm no stranger to accidents. And not just auto. At one point, people at work stopped accessing the US Consular's Travel Warnings and just started asking me where I was planning to go on holiday. The theory being that my arrival would herald some unforeseen catastrophe on an unsuspecting foreign land, usually political or man made. I'd stopped traveling so much when tsunamis started so I can rest easy those can't be blamed on me, even if work peeps first reactions were to stick their head in my door and go, "uh...didn't you say you were going to Phuket before this happened?" Oh ye of little faith.
There were also a few years when my insurance claims adjusters (there were two of them on rotation as I presume one could not keep up) were on such friendly terms with me that I knew their romantic histories. Out of 7 accidents, NONE were my fault. Amazingly I had every demographic out there hit me, EXCEPT for the dreaded Asian Driver. I say this with affection as I'm sure I'm regarded similarly when all's said and done.
Fortunately, this fender bender was pretty amiable and absent of injury, even if annoying. Unfortunately, it will also be considered mostly my fault, even if immediately after taking my recorded statement, my new adjuster muttered under her breath that she felt my pain and that the other party had admitted he just got nervous. "Ah, well," I said, "who wouldn't be nervous on a practically empty road. Must be all that negative space." She tsk-tsked and got me the best rental she could manage.
Hence, my absence from le blog. Mea Culpa, I have missed being here.