Bus 1, MiniVans 2, Vixen 0

I am pretty sure I got the worst of the deal. One thing, I am never sneaking out of work 15 minutes early ever, ever again.

Recap: Blue mini van merges in front of me, light turns red, we all stop for red light. Transit bus behind me carrying 40 passengers? Not so much into stopping. Smacks me hard in the rear (that sounds wrong) and pushes me into the car in front of me. Head whips forward and then forcefully connects with headrest. Seemed like slow motion and I think “hey that is what those headrests are for…that is gonna hurt in the morning”.

The bus had a bike rack in front which minimized damage to the back of my van. In fact, both my bumpers did exactly what they were supposed to do and saved the van from most damage. The bumpers are now a little warped and will have to be replaced so that the next time a bus decides to hit me they can absorb the impact. One of the bikes on the rack cracked my back window and shattered the bus window. Minivan in front of me? No damage at all. They left quite of bit of their junkmobile on my car, but no one could see anything on their car.

Bus supervisors arrive and want me to go ahead and run along. I say naw…I will wait for police. (Aside: If you are the police and you are driving down one of the busiest streets during rush hour and you see a transit bus and two minivans sitting in the middle of the lane with their emergency flashers on…why do you drive around and go on?) Meanwhile 15/40 bus passengers suddenly decide they are injured. They do not want medical called to the site, but they want the police to take their statements. Pretty sure they were seeing dollar signs. Then the non-English speaking couple in the van I hit decide they have injuries (or at least that is what the interpreter I got off the bus says). So we do the cop deal, which takes two hours and its 40 degrees outside and I don’t have a jacket and NOW AFTER I SAID OVER AND OVER that I am ok? Now? My neck is starting to seriously tighten up. I have to borrow the cops cell phone to call Mr. Vixen, because surely by now he is freaking the hell out.

I hang on (I can always sue tomorrow), it looks like it is wrapping up. In fact, the transit authority comes up and tells me I can go home. I say, “No, I think I will wait for the police officer to return my driver’s license to me.” New bus arrives to take the passengers on their merry way. I start walking back to where the cops are and one of the bus transfers whips out his ding-a-ling out and starts watering the ground. I walk/run back to the cops and holler “hey, officer, that guy is just standing there in front of everyone peeing!” The female officer replies, “yea all the people on the bus really have to go, it’s ok.”

Uh no, no it’s not ok. I have to go, too, there is no bathroom in my van either. But you don’t see me dropping “trou” on the side of the road do ya? And also, it bothers me a lot that is why I brought it to your attention. The office who has my driver’s license says “Here is your license and here is my name, badge number and the report number. You can call you insurance and give them that number. Now, you will be receiving a bill from the City of Escoxxxx at a rate of $50 an hour for cell phone usage, but you can make the check payable to me.” Ha, ha hahaha. Funny guy. Home at last and the shaking begins, which only intensifies the seemingly pinched thing in my neck/shoulder.

Now its a few hours later, many IBUs, a heating pad alternated with ice, and several glasses of blush. All the world is ok again. After all, I can type this can’t I?

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8 Comments

  1. Okay, so lets go over this again.

    When I call to talk to you like I always do around 5ish, and Dad answers the phone and I say, “Can I talk to Mom?” and he replies, “No, she was hit by a bus.” and then I chuckle a little and say “No, really, put Mom on the phone.” and he repeats himself in a more serious tone which makes me realize he is NOT joking…Yah I pretty much lose it into hysterics. So, the next time you decide (LOL) to get hit by a bus, make sure dad knows how to explain it a little better so I don’t picture you in the ICU with various tubes coming out of your body. Really. He needs to learn how to break the bad news without giving me a heart attack.

  2. hmmm maybe next time Vix should call you Nanny. You can call Mr. Vix and tell him. That would have given me a heart attack too.

    Vix, glad you are okay and that bumpers … uh … bump.

  3. That doesn’t sound like a fun day. I do hope you’re feeling better and things go smooth with the insurance company. Isn’t it just so great for guys to be able to pee anywhere, but if we’d pulled down and squatted, we’d get a ticket for indecent exposure, flashing, and everything else they could slap on us. Well, don’t want to get on a soapbox so early in the morning.

  4. It usually can take up to 72 hours for symptoms from a car accident to appear. If I was you, I’d go to the ER or doctor and get checked out. Then, get an attorney and get the insurance company of the transit bus to pay for your doctor bills, damages to your van, and any other damages you’re entitled to. I sure hope you are feeling better.

  5. Oh no, that sucks!! You should go see a doctor or something, that way you also have the documentation to prove the accident caused it so the bus’ insurance will have to pay for it.

    The busses in our area (well, anywhere that I’ve ever lived) scare the beejeezas outta me! They always look as though they’re going too fast, their brakes always squeal like they’re worn down to metal and it just looks like they’re gonna hit someone at any minute. I’d rather be behind the bus than in front.

    I’m sorry you have to go through this – I hope you start feeling much better. 🙂

  6. OMG! I hope you don’t tighten up too much hon! HUGS.

  7. marmagoo

    Oh no!! I am glad that it wasn’t any worse.

  8. I am glad to hear you’re okay…and what an unfortunate accident. I say Lawyer up….a moron on cell phone hit me, cried buckets of tears, I was too angry to cry…and she got 20 grand off my insurance…for what? Driving while talking to a cell phone, over-speeding, and being moron? I was the stupid one though…I didn’t get a lawyer. She didn’t have insurance to sue either.

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