It wasn't all bad, mind you. Today my friend  blackberrydragon and I found a local place that has spiffy poached eggs and princess cake for breakfast. Later on we had ice cream and waffles at a nice little spot called Penguino Treats (the decor is all penguin stuff, including a large poster of the Adelie Amigos from 'Happy Feet' that I very much covet.)

The real fun started this afternoon after I drove BBD to the dentist so he could have a wisdom tooth extracted (hey, it was only about 15 years late growing in). It was a quick procedure, and they even let him keep the tooth in a little plastic bag. I was driving us back home in a light rain when I pulled up to stop at a red light. Looking into my rear view mirror, I was startled to see a car zooming toward me, going way too fast to stop in time to avoid a collision. "My God, I think that guy's going to hit us," I said (or something similar) over the squeal of tires as they skidded over wet pavement, growing louder and louder. BBD and me could only brace ourselves and wait for the impact, which seemed like a long time coming... maybe that was just the adrenaline. Wham! I didn't hear any breaking glass, but the force of the hit and the loud bang of metal on metal made it clear that real damage had been done.

I put on my blinker and moved to turn off the main road onto a side street. The guy who hit me did likewise, so I started to head around the corner. I looked back to make sure he was still following, just in time to see him suddenly zoom back onto the main road and disappear in the rush hour traffic. I'm not sure what was more dumbfounding... watching the guy pull a hit and run, or realizing that I'd just been rear-ended by a long white Sedan-style limousine. "Son of a bitch," was all I could think to say.

BBD, bless him, had something infinitely more useful on his mind: the limo's license plate number, which he'd managed to memorize not two seconds after the hit. I parked and assessed the damage. It wasn't too bad... my rear bumper is toast, but at least I was driving a nice sturdy truck rather than the jaunty little hybrid I fortunately haven't bought yet. (I can only imagine what the front of that limo must look like... my bumper is solid steel.)

The traffic cop who finally showed up to take my report was spear bald and looked kind of like Michael Berryman. He told me that the limo company in question is already on their watch list for some kind of shady dealings, which might explain why the driver fled the scene.

So, to recap... here's BBD, who not an hour prior to the accident was having his wisdom tooth pulled, standing next to me in the rain, talking through a mouthful of gauze as he helps me explain to Michael Berryman that I've just been in a hit and run with a white limousine that's apparently owned by criminal sleazebags.

After that, the rest of the day just sort of drifted by in a surreal blur. Now that the adrenaline has finally faded, I'm starting to realize just how badly I could use another waffle.