conversation with my father

this morning i got into a car accident. i was coming out of my parking space and going the opposite direction but while making a u-turn, a wira drove straight into the side of my car. it’s all thanks to this asshole who was waiting in his big truck right next to me car. seeing i had difficulty coming out of my space he still refused to move his truck to give me more space. thanks to his inconsiderate attitude, i couldn’t see the oncoming wira which was in my blind spot and bammm. the rest they say is history.

illustration of a morning motor accident

the first person i called was my dad. not because i’m a daddy’s girl (ok i am) but because my dad has been in the motor claims industry for many years so all our motoring woes have always been settled by dad. lets put it this way, there are no opportunities for workshops or rogue tow truckers to rip me off.

so dad being dad was nagging me about my driving and me being me was fiercely defending myself…

“don’t bluff me, i read your blog and in the past week you have been speeding and making illegal u-turns.”

Daddy – 1, Me – 0.