
My first car crash was pathetic. I thought that my dog had been sick in the back, and when I turned around to check I drove into a compact silver Mercedes at 7mph. The entire front of my car came off. Fortunately this happened in front of a train station as a train pulled in, so only a hundred or so people saw it.
This was my first experience of crashing into something and I had no idea of the procedure. I knew I was insured, but that was it. My concern for the other car was pretty brief because there was genuinely not a scratch on it. Somehow. Before I could even figure out how to leave my number under a wiper or whatever, some bloke from a cafe was standing next to me with his phone out.
“You should probably report this mate.”
Something like that. He had an apron on. Must work there. Phone out as in filming me too. I’d later realise his assumption was that I’d ‘do a runner’. That I was ‘untrustworthy’. Had no idea that was an option.
“Can you help me, please? This is the first time this has happened.”
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