The fog outside this morning is like pea soup.
Driving through this stuff is not impossible but it does mess with my eyes. Or is it because it is a Monday morning and my two cups of coffee haven’t kicked in yet?
I have my second cup of coffee with me on my drive to work. At a stop light I decide to dump the cold brew left in my cup outside my window. The light turns green as I place my cup into the cup holder, slowly I let off the brake, the car moving thanks to gravity and going downhill, but wait there is a drip – save the drip from staining my seat or my pants – eyes off the road so briefly…
I hit the car in front of me. The sound was horrible. Sparking a memory, from 15 years ago, of the last time I was in a car accident – only then I was the one hit.
Am I sure this is happening? Where am I? How did I get here?
The fog makes the scene surreal.
We move our cars to the side of the road.
He is uninjured. Only frazzled like me.
I apologize profusely, smile even.
Damn, I am such a Seattleite.
It was his first accident.
I walk him through the protocol.
We share information.
I call my insurance company.
Or has it only just begun?