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And you HAD to be following me...
The sheer unbridled joy and relief I felt at somehow managing not to skid into a suddenly-stationary line of traffic on a dual carriageway was very soon replaced by an overwhelming sense of disappointment when I looked in the rear view mirror and realised I was about to wear a Clio as an arsehat.

All things considered though we both fared pretty well; ok so I couldn't open the boot and the exhaust was lying on the tarmac, and her radiator was wrapped neatly around the engine block, but neither of us was actually hurt.

Nevertheless the poor girl burst into tears the moment she got out.

Well it turns out I'm a sucker for people crying in the fast lane of a dual carriageway so I ended up hugging and consoling the person who had just totalled the back of my car. Granted this might have looked a bit odd to the increasingly long queue of people behind us but crashes make you do things you wouldn't normally do and I was probably in shock a bit myself and it was almost certainly a coincidence that she was quite cute.

"Don't worry" I say cheerily, "we're both ok - the cars did what they're supposed to."

"It's not that" she sobbed "I hit a Land Rover last week."

Felt a lot less huggy then funnily enough.
(Fri 23rd Apr 2010, 16:32, More)