I was in a car accident on Saturday. A minor one. No one was hurt.
The shock hit yesterday evening. Slow-motion replay over and over.
The car in front at the round about pulled away and then changed her mind.
Too late by then.
It was my fault we were out. I wanted to go and look at stationery. I don't need any stationery. I just wanted. Like I always do. Curse of the only child.
I can see that she's stopped moving. I say, "that car isn't moving" but I'm not quick enough.
Why didn't I just say "STOP"? The verbosity present in every area of my life now spiders in to emergency situations, encouraging them rather than working to prevent them.
At work its quite amusing. They call me Scrabble. People have called into the office while out on the road to check they used the right word or spelling.
Yet I couldn't find one simple little "Stop".
No one was badly hurt. Just twinges. There are two damaged bumpers and an insurance excess to be paid, which is painful enough.
And its all my fault. For being brattish and wordy.
