Ending the Streak of Bad Luck with a BIG BANG (or so I hope....)

Drama Queen at her best!
*takes a bow (no curtsy, thank you)*
For those who knows the fashion of Chooey's life, there will always be DRAMA amongst chaos so that I can proudly wear my tiara and retain my Drama Queen title.

Driving down the M1 at 100 km/h, the traffic was heavy but flowing. I decided to leave the house early as the traffic on the M1 and M2 is completely unpredicted these days. Better early than late. And I was feeling a-okay anyway. Lil Missy came by to deliver the samples to me in the morning so we had a "talk" (it was more like me bitching) about those hideous samples. So there I was, on the M1, listening to sappy music and suddenly, the grey Mazda 6 in front of my braked. I jammed my brakes and fortunately, I had a clear following distance so I avoided hitting his car. As my car came to a halt, I looked at the rear view mirror to see if there were any cars behind me and the next thing I knew, BANG!

My car jerked in a violent motion and I was stunned.

I'm a virgin at accidents.

My eyes were still on the rear view mirror. The red car that hit me suffered the impact of the crash and nearly swerved to the divider. Fortunately for the driver, he had quick reflexes and managed to maneuver his car away from the divider.

He stopped.
I stopped.
Metro Police, who happened to be there, stopped his car.
I came out of the car.
He came out of the car.

I looked at the damage of my car.
I was shocked to see only minor scratches.
I looked at Red Toyota....
Bonnet smashed (not too severely but still... smashed) and obviously the front lights were smashed as well.

Looking at the nicely smashed up Toyota, I was in disbelief.
How the heck did my car survive the impact of that bang?
I bow down to Mercedes Benz.
Super-mobile, that's what they make.

Mr Police instructed us to drive left to the road shoulder.
I looked at Mr Red Toyota and yelled, "And how does he expect us to do a 90 degrees cut across with all that traffic?"
I pointed to the traffic.

Mr Red Toyota replied, "I think he will stop the traffic for us."

Like how? I was baffled.

And stop the traffic, Mr Police sure did!

He made a 90 degrees turn, stuck his hand out of the window to signal for the traffic to stop like some superhero cop and suddenly, the road ahead became surrealistically clear. Mr Red Toyota and myself quickly hopped into your car and cut across the road to the road shoulder. Bizarre. Really bizarre.

Mr Red Toyota and I got out of our cars.

Me : "Do you have insurance cover?"

Mr : "Yes. But I am currently still waiting for 2 claims to clear."

Me thought to meself, "Right... at the rate you drive, no bloody wonder."

But then again, something told me he does not have insurance cover.....

Just then, Mr Police came out of his car and it was the whole procedure of taking down statements, drivers' particulars blah blah blah. I was dubious but then, what do I have to gauge against? Remember. Virgin.

And throughout this time, the only thing that Mr Red Toyota could say... "I'll get my father to handle this... I'll get my father to call."

I started to wonder what sort of big shot his father is. Is he the spoilt brat son of some obnoxious tycoon? But then again, what is a rich man's son doing in a beat up Red Toyota? Hmmm....

Then he mentioned about not wanting to invovle the insurance company as the premium would go up. He is one of those hip-hop wannabe-kids with his baggy clothes and reversed cap, and I suspected he is really young - which I did find out later from his I.D. number that he is a 1984 boy. What a baby! Anyway, I told him that I will contemplate about the settlement and contact him on Monday.

The police insisted that we had to personally go to the police station on Monday to get the case number. He proudly announced that he was the reporting officer for this case. Oh whatever! Based on my knowledge about the South African police, I had my doubts about the handling of this case. Anyway, this is the company's car. I will leave it to the company to handle this. I had to dash for my meeting. So much for being early.

Mobile phone.
Boss.
Ringing.... thank goodness he was not busy with another 10 hours phone conversation.
Boss picked up the phone.
"You will never believe how far my bad luck has stretched... "
I briefed him through the accident and he cracked up laughing so hard.
Boss : "Never mind. Maybe this will be the end of your bad luck."
Me : "Yeah! I think so too! BANG OUT THE BAD LUCK!"

And it did. I had a great time with my buyer as we discussed through his hilarious car accident experiences. By the way, he's gay. Then I found out he is a fellow Libran and we had an even greater time laughing over our quirky Libran traits. The hysteria helped to ease the air into an enjoyable briefing through ugly jeans presentation.

Just when we finished our meeting, the lights in the room went out. The buyer pulled a fast one and clapped his hands. Lights back on. Off. Buyer clapped his hands. Lights on. Off. We clapped our hands together. Nothing. We broke out in another hysterical fit of laughter and the buyer announced, "OK! I get it! It's a sign!"

And I thought I was the drama queen.

I headed back in a lighter mood and was ready to go hit some balls at the driving range. No such luck AGAIN. The M1 was so congested I had to abort the idea, and it took me a 1 1/2 hours to get home! The traffic in Johannesburg is crazy. But nothing was going to dampen my mood. My friends are coming over this weekend and my meeting went well.

So yeah!
The Drama Queen ended her tumultuous bad luck with a BANG.
Slapped right on the bum of her car!
I keep my tiara, no?