Meet the new accident, same as the old accident

Two weeks ago I zoned out for a second while driving to work.

I realized I was about to miss my turn and braked quickly. The person driving behind me also quickly braked, but it wasn't as effective for him on the wet pavement, and crashed into me.

I was sore for a day, but I was fine. My six month old car has a crack in the bumper and the trunk's popped up a tiny bit. Shows you how awesome my car is when I'm rear-ended by a giganimous old Bronco and that's all that happens.

The guy was cool about it, and his insurance is paying for my repairs. I didn't even have to call in late to work, because the police station was within eyesight of the accident and he was there and gone within minutes. It really sucks to get into an accident with a new car though, because when you tell people about it, they're more concerned with the damage to the car than to you.

Anyway, the only reason I'm mentioning that is because when I driving home from work today, and passing the same exact intersection, I saw a swarm of police vehicles and three cars pulled over on a side street, in what appeared to be almost the exact same situation I'd been in.

This post's title brought to you by a rephrasing of the song I heard on the radio while I drove by today's accident.