Call a friend

Yesterday my car was wrecked by KamAZ. I was driving with my children to a taekwondo training, and a garbage truck was slowly moving ahead, which suddenly stopped in the middle of the second lane and turned on the emergency gang. I was about to go around it, there was enough room for maneuver, when suddenly this red-haired colossus abruptly gave up with its garbage ass, hit once, threw us back half a meter and, not paying attention to the decibels (besides me, buses and cars passing by) , with a control jump, she again banged my neat ground beetle on wheels. I jumped out of the crumpled “kiyashka”, the gold-toothed driver of the “KamAZ” was imposingly climbing out of the cab towards me, who immediately began to play “didn’t see anything”, “didn’t hear anything”, “but you didn’t keep your distance”. To close the topic, I’ll say right away that he did admit his guilt, sincerely signed all the protocols, took a receipt for 500 rubles and went to his base to unload good from the yard tanks, my car must be restored by CASCO, and the emergency insurance commissioner Maxim was nice , quickly designed everything in the best possible way and even built eyes.

Everyone then asked how, they say, the children are there. The children reacted differently. 13-year-old Mark, a neighbor, a friend of my younger ones, who plays sports with them, while I yelled at the KAMAZ driver, went out to photograph the results of the collision, the number of the garbage man on his phone, and at the same time called back the coach – he warned that we would not come. Well done guy, you can rely on him. 10-year-old Mira squealed with fear: “I don’t like it when my mother yells like that” (of course, it’s bad for my mother herself to remember what words she used to determine the state of her car aloud), and 7-year-old Yurets asked in a businesslike way if he could be at home play “heroes” on the computer for an hour instead of 20 minutes, “because I need to calm down.” They were evacuated by my friend, who, fortunately, was nearby and took the sad athletes home. Returning after all the paperwork, the semi-hysterical laughter of both conflicting parties in response to the question of the captain of the 7th ODPS to the driver of the garbage truck, “do you have damage”, and an hour of dancing around the poor piece of iron in a fifteen-degree frost, I found a piece of paper on the front door with the inscription: “MOTHER! WE WATCH MULTI TEKS AND PLAY COMPUTER DON’T WORRY!” That’s what I didn’t worry about – it’s that the “conputer” will be idle.

When something like this happens, it is very helpful to do two things afterwards. The first is to note who you called (after calling the traffic police and insurers) in the first place and why exactly: to consult / complain / demonstrate what a fine fellow you are. I called a friend of my parents, a professional driver – to consult, two best girlfriends – to complain, at the same time I also strained their husbands with my lamentations (well, what, are they friends or what?) And only then, from home, – I casually told dad like this to demonstrate how I already had “everything under control”, so that he could only groan in alarm and enthusiasm, which is what I wanted. Why should this be done? Then, to make sure once again: you have someone to call and do it one, two, three! Well, what a wealth, by the way; remember later when you once again pull pasta out of yourself on the topic “no one understands me and there is no one to shake hands with.” If this is not enough, you go to Facebook, write a short brutal summary about “how I spent this day”, and enjoy the number of likes. The second is to act like Robinson Crusoe, namely, take a piece of paper, divide it in half into two columns (forgotten, as they write with a pen, build a simple spreadsheet in Excel) and title them “GOOD” and “POOR”. You enter circumstances and conclusions in each column, then you compare them. In my case, much more good: the children were not hurt, except that they were slightly frightened; the undercarriage of the car is intact; got everything done quickly. peephole set up; I still prudently paid CASCO this year, so everything will be repaired … In another column – a slight concussion of the brain (mine), I will now be waiting for a car from the service … Perhaps that’s it! If, to the heap, we recall different stories from the series “but we had one guy finally had a case” and figure out if, for example, it all happened at speed … in general, life is beautiful, cheers.

Yes, this is what is called “Captain Obvious”. But life is something, here it is, rrraz – and KamAZ. So thank you for everything – what was, what is and what else – for sure! – will.