I'm back in DC finally and, soon, headed off to my first working flight since July 16! But before I go, I wanted to relate a short story about my silly boyfriend.
About 24 hours after my car accident, we were standing on the edge of the road looking down into the six-foot deep ditch where Jeff's car sat in a tangle of torn bumpers, banged up quarter panels, flat tires and cracked windows. We had met the tow truck driver there and were watching as Jeff's car was being dragged sideways up out of the deep muddy ditch, metal screeching.and crunching all the way...
Jeff turned to me and said, "I wonder if that tow truck driver has a cigarette." Astonished, I said, "WHY? You don't smoke!!!"
He replied, "No, but you used to believe that smoking would fix your problems. Maybe if you smoked a cigarette, this accident wouldn't have happened..." Then he cracked up. Silly rabbit.
It was a light moment in an otherwise very bad situation.