I failed to mention another incident that happened on Wednesday and I'm not sure why except that my brain was a little drained after wording the tale of "the man meets horse and horse wins". But it could also be because I felt just a little bit like a criminal,,,or something.
As I was leaving Jerri's, with frayed nerves and much on my mind, I backed out of their drive and, WHAP, went right into the side of a small truck that was parked behind me in the right lane on their little, narrow street. The front of my truck wasn't even out of Jerri's drive when I hit the truck, so that's how narrow the street is. The truck hadn't been there when I drove in and I guess I just didn't notice it parked there, in the way, when I came out. I got out of my truck and went to the door of the house there and told the lady I'd hit her truck, gave her my phone number, the name of my insurance company (local), and my agent's name. In my frazzled state, it never occurred to me that a police officer was needed. As soon as I left, I went directly to my insurance company and reported the accident and the owner of the truck was on the phone with one of the secretaries when I arrived.
My truck didn't even have a scratch on it!
I think the woman called the police because Jerri told me they were looking for me as they were leaving for the hospital. I don't reckon they wanted me too badly though, cause the woman had my name and number and when I later called the police station, they didn't know what I was talking about.
Bubbie went back to the doctor today and his shoulder is ok but they've found he has 2 broken ribs in addition to the breaks in his collar bone. He's not being a very nice patient and I think Jerri is ready to shoot him.