Day 1: Off to the Police Station!

Well, it was bound to happen. After years of driving, I don't know how I ever managed to avoid a car accident. Most people fear being a passenger in my car. I like to refer to myself as a "safe and cautious driver," but others don't usually see it that way. I occasionally push 70 on the highway. I sometimes go the wrong way in the parking garage at work. I might've hit a snow bank while test driving cars last winter. I failed my first driver's ed test after running a red light... it's the only test I've ever failed in my life.

Last weekend, I was driving by the mall. I was stopped at a red light, and ready to turn right. All of a sudden... BOOM. I was rear-ended. The good news: everyone was ok, and it wasn't my fault. The bad news: I had my first car accident, and my "Vivi" has a boo boo. After calming me down, the police officer told me not to worry, because it was the other driver's fault and it would all be taken care of. He told me the police report would be ready in a few days, and that I would have to go to the police station to pick it up.

So, today I went to the police station. First (and hopefully last) time there. I was expecting to see bars and striped jumpsuits. No such luck. I paid $1 for the police report and went on with the rest of my day. But, saying that I had to go to the police station today sounds a little exciting, right? Here's the proof: