This Memorial Day weekend it was exactly a year since I'd been in a car accident.
Today, it's two days.
It was just an idiotic fender bender in Oak Park, but it makes me feel fragile and stupid.
Last year I totaled a beautiful rental car, fortunately without harm to any living creatures including myself. I just got a call from Mama Tolerable to the effect that the rental company is sending bills to my parents' house (the address on my driver's license . . . ) still trying to get money out of me, even though I, thank God, had all the insurance on it, and did everything right. I thought I had straightened this out with them a long time ago. She asked me if I had all the paperwork for it, and of course I snottily told her so.
The problem? I don't. I cleaned off my desk this weekend and clearly remember throwing the rental agreement into the recycling bag. Like I said, thought I had straightened this all out . . .
I think I'm about to go home and dig through the Dumpster.
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