Another one on the ex!
Back in the 80s I was a draftsman, one of those guys who sat over a sloped table with a pen in hand and triangles and curve templates cursing as I waited for CAD to get to the point where it was more than just a curiosity.

Well, working at one place didn't work out well, so I got canned on Good Friday. Being the indomitable sort that I am*, I immediately started reading the classifieds and responding to ads, and got an interview with a company within a couple of days.

I drove over there in my VW Dasher station wagon and interviewed, then headed homeward to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to get others. This involved making a left turn on a rather busy road. Unfortunately I didn't see the very dark grey Jeep bearing down on me until I was well in front of him, and with less than a second to act I decided to jam on the accelerator to try to get out of his way. But a VW Dasher deisel is not exactly a powerful vehicle, so instead of missing me completely he hit the rear wheel squarely. I wasn't really injured, other than my head hitting the door frame, but my car was pretty badly off. It would drive, but not well.

I got home and took off the tie, and decided that maybe it would be a good idea to lie down for a while as I was developing a bad headache. I had settled in and was there for maybe twenty minutes when my wife came home from work. She stopped in her tracks as she came into the bedroom. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out job hunting!"

"I was. I had an accident, and the back of my car is pretty bashed up."

"An accident?!?" she shreiked. "We can't afford that! You're not working! We can't afford to fix the car now, and do you know what that'll do to our insurance?!?"

I raised up on one elbow. "I'm fine, thanks."

She froze with her jaw open for a moment, then turned and left the apartment...

*may not be 100% fact
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:52, Reply)