Thursday, April 26, 2012

W is for Wreck

Our family in 2007
One day a several years ago when we still lived in Canada I was picking up our babysitter for the evening.  Dennis and I had a special banquet to go to so I left with enough time to pick up the sitter, get back home, dress up and make it to the banquet on time.  As I left the sitter's house I guess I was in a hurry and didn't notice a stop sign that was tucked up high on a corner, partly obscured by a pine tree.

I sailed through the intersection and in slow motion the scene unfolded in front of me. My van, a four door sedan coming from the right, the collision right on top of the manhole, the slow, scraping journey of momentum that took us to the curb on the other side.

I was stunned.  It was my first accident and to top it all off I had someone else's precious teenage daughter in my passenger seat!  As steam poured out from under my hood I looked behind us to see what had happened to other car.  It was full of people and they were starting to get out.  Four tiny little ladies.  Long black and white cloth.  I couldn't believe my eyes: I had hit a car full of nuns!

The neighbors started pouring out of their houses to see what had happened.  It isn't every day you see four nuns in a car wreck.  Someone let me use their cellphone to call Dennis.  It took me about 10 tries to get my shaking hands to dial the number properly.  The police came.  One of the nuns was taken to the hospital to get checked out; she had been very shaken by the crash.  It appeared that no one had been seriously hurt.

Right away I admitted to the policeman that I had been at fault but he still crossed himself when I told him that perhaps the nuns had been speeding.  Maybe if I had whipped out my habit I usually keep in the back seat he would have been scared to give me a ticket?

After it was all over and I rode away from the scene one impression lingered in my mind- the sight of the travelling saint bobble-head figurine on the dashboard of the nuns' car, nodding away vigorously.


Donna Amis Davis said...

That's a wild story, Valerie, but what I wanted to comment on was your picture from 2007. How did Cambree get in it?

Anonymous said...

I remember that day! Where is Valerie? Oh now Dennis is gone too Why are they not at the banquet?
Is anything wrong?
Imaginations worked overtime!
One way to get rid of your van!

Sally said...

Wow, I'm so glad everybody was OK.

Your last line 'travelling saint bobble-head figurine on the dashboard of the nuns' car, nodding away vigorously' - the mind boggles, obviously nuns have a sense of humour.

Dana said...

Glad everyone was okay!

The bobble-head! That made me LOL. :)

Dennis and Valerie said...
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Dennis and Valerie said...

Donna, didn't you know we have an Easton cookie cutter? :)

Thanks everybody for the comments- it really is encouraging! :)

Jenny said...

I'm sorry to laugh at your stressful event, but four nuns in a car crash sounds like a punch line. But I'm so glad everyone was okay!

Donna Amis Davis said...

Can't help it - now the question begs to be asked. How many cookies in an Easton batch???