Car Karma Sucks

Alright. So we're all aware of how shitty (pardon the french) my navigation skills are. We all know that I get lost in thought, nevermind on the road. I'm hopeless. Well, with a little Steve Miller on the trusty cd player and a Tim Hortons coffee by my side, I made it all the way to my grandmothers in Melfort, Saskatchewan.

Luckily, I had an accident, instead of getting lost.

I slid down a hill, trying to stop for a red light, and plowed into the back of a cab. A very friendly cab, who insisted he help me find my way out of the city, and wanted to make very sure that I was alright. He even helped me get all the information that I needed. Wonderful helpful man that can no less undo the damage to Mr. Almost Poshlusts car than he can make me a Latin superstar. God damn. Did I not wave enough people into traffic this week? Did I not refrain from giving the middle finger to any and all ignorant drivers? Did I not avoid attempting to drive through China town with my ass pressed to the window?

Mr. Almost Poshlust was endearingly concerned with my personal well being, and only my well-being, and waited an appropriate length of time before asking the extent of the damage. Frankly, I don't think it's too bad.. The front of our car now looks like it has little fairy wings. I think it's cute.. in a bad-ass kinda way. I'm fine, I've got a cut on my chest from the seatbelt (funny that that did the most damage..).. and the bump seems to have realigned my back. It feels really good now. Funny thing that.

My fantastic Grandmother has stuffed me with food since the moment I arrived.. Because after all, everything can be made right with lazy cabbage rolls and homemade caramel popcorn. At least, stuffed to the brim, that's how I feel. We're going to make chocolates and learn to sew and do all those perfectly wonderful things that only Grandmothers can teach you. For now, I'm going to relax and pray that perhaps they've created a new, non-gaseous form of cabbage. ;-)