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Tuesday
Nov042008

Ain't My Day. It's Written.

You know, life has its ways of telling you that if things are bad, it can make it worse with a snap of a finger.

I woke up at 7am, remembering I needed to go to the cemetery at 9.  I excused myself from work and decided to dress up correctly.  It's been a while since I wore the traditional Kuwaiti garments.  I hoped the maid knew how to iron a qetra.

I passed time by daydreaming.  I'm not even sure what I was daydreaming about, but I remember smiling the whole way.  It was 8:20, so I believed it was time to get ready.  I wore the qetra, and thought it looked a bit weird with all that starch.  I asked her to iron a new one.  What's a 5 minute delay?

Once that was over, I looked in the mirror and evaluated my appearance.  The amount of jokes I could have come up with were endless.  Something along the lines of "don't let the qetra get caught in the ceiling fan."  After 5 minutes of senseless joke making and unusual laughter, I decided that I better go.

I got in the car, and naturally, my head hit the top of the door, sending my egaal sprawling on the floor.  I picked up the infernal thing and took another 3 minutes adjusting my appearance, trying not to look too ridiculous.  Once that was over, I broke my Audi into a gallop and rode for the cemetery.

Traffic was beastly.  The 4th ring road was completely blocked up, so I thought I'd just take the 5th instead.  I had my trusty GPS with me incase I lost my way and headed to Antarctica by mistake, which happens daily anyway.  I managed to enter the 5th ring road, and drove onwards.  The slowpokes in the middle and right lanes began to aggravate me with their annoying braking, thus I decided to take the left lane, as it seemed to be moving quite well.  Not for long though.  Traffic came to a halt.  Cars weren't moving, such is my luck.  I sighed and stopped, hoping I won't be late. 

Something caught my eye in my rear-view mirror.  It was a car, going quite fast.  So fast that I think it has to hit the brakes, like now.  It didn't.

A sense of urgency shot up.  I had to do something to get out of the way, but I didn't have time.  I had to do something.  I hit the car horn, a feeble attempt that did nothing.  I saw the driver, just now realizing what was going on, and what's about to happen.  I saw her mouth open wide in pure terror, probably screaming, as did her car scream when she hit the breaks full on.  It was far, far too late.

Her car slammed into mine with the loudest of cracks.  My vision flashed white as I believe the back of my head hit the seat's headrest.  I was disoriented, unsure of what had happened, while my ears were still ringing from the sound of the impact.

I started regaining my wits and moved my car to the emergency lane.  I wondered how bad it was and if the lady was ok, so I looked into the rearview mirror to adjust my qetra.  However, there was no qetra, no egaal.  Just my white gahfeya sitting on my head.  The things flew off, so I took the damn gahfeya off and got out of the car.

The front of her Mercedes 1997 car was pretty much destroyed.  Her radiator blown and leaking water all over.  I guess this rated as a pretty bad accident, and my car was probably messed up as well.  Still, I hoped the lady was ok, who also seemed to have a boy with her as well.

As I passed my car, I took a look and it wasn't as bad as I thought at all.  At least, not as bad as her car was.  Here's a pic of it now.

carrear

Not bad.

I looked again at the lady, and I was surprised to actually find a police jeep there, with two cops jumping out.  I walked over to her.

Me:  Are you all-

Lady:  I.. I don't-  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry!

Her voice quaked with fear.  She seemed on the verge of crying, and maybe she was, but her sunglasses covered up everything including her cheek.

Me:  It's fine, it's fine.  Relax.  Are you ok?   Hurt?

Lady:  I'm so sorry!  My son told me about-  I'm sorry!

It didn't look like a good time to talk at all.  Even if it was, the two cops being unusually hyper started pushing the car to get it to the emergency lane.

Policeman 1:  PUSH!!

Policeman 2:  COME PUSH!!  TELL HER TO TURN LEFT!!

Me:  Turn left, ok?

But the window was closed.  Jeez.

Policeman 1:  PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!!!!!

Me:  All right, all right!

I got behind the car and pushed along with them.  The lady didn't understand what was going on.

Policeman 2:  LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFT!

The cop was pointing frantically to the left.  She turned the wheel all the way and we pushed until the car hit the 9abba, the short wall dividing the two roads. 

Policeman 1:  WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIIIIING!!

The lady looked mortified.  If this was a bad day for me, I think she's having one that's a lot worse.

Policeman 2:  Ok listen, we're not responsible for traffic, but we called the guys responsible and they'll come help you with this.

Me:  All right, so we just wait?

Policeman 2:  Just wait.

And so they left.  I've done this waiting game before, and it was never fun.  I wondered if she was doing better and looked over to her car.  She was on the phone, most likely talking to her husband to save her from all of this.

Whatever argument they might have had in the past, I think the hubby has a damn good chance of making things up now :)  He can thank me later.

The story goes on, but I wrote too much already.  I want to write the second part where Starsky and Hutch (two cops) try to help us.  It was pretty hilarious.

I made many choices this morning.  They are bold in the paragraphs above.  This chain of decisions led up to this fate.  Funny how if even one of the bolded statements above was removed from the equation, this never would have happened.  Qaddar allah wa ma shaa'a fa3al.  Today, it's just written that it ain't my day.

Ah well, law of averages states that I'm supposed to get into at least one accident per year.  I just got mine, I should be good now for another year!  Hoho!

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Reader Comments (8)

Salamaat man wo el 7imdila 3al salama,

u really need to take a look at "The Secret" law of attraction

November 5, 2008 | Unregistered Commentermjkout

We always question whether doing something differently would have changed the outcome. It's hard to understand though that it couldn't have been any different.

November 5, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBornConfuzed

Salamat!

And CURSE ALL THE WOMEN!

CAR + WOMAN + Mobile = DEATH!!

PS: Death to us, not them!

November 5, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterGS

Mjkout: Alla ysalmek. I have no idea what that is?

BornConfuzed: That's the truth ain't it :( Acceptance doesn't come until a bit later.

GS: lol, I'm inclined to agree. It could have been worse. It was her son that alerted her ba3ad, chan kalait hawa ana!

November 5, 2008 | Registered CommenterBojacob

salamat o 56ak el so. We need to enforce a law to ban women from driving.

November 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMacaholiQ8

Kha6ak essew, O el 7amd lilah 3asssalama .. Thank god that no one was hurt

November 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterG-Funk

What stereotypy! Danica Patrick anyone?

November 15, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBornConfuzed

Sallamat...a7em shy you and the lady were ok......Sorry its sounds bad but the way you wrote this post really made me laugh!

November 17, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAmu

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