Bump and shock

Today I went to see a new gynecologist.  I've not had one for 20+  years (I've had to see an Oncology/Gyno).  No nothing is really wrong but I feel it is important to keep up with routine appointments.  So I finally picked one and went.  This isn't a post about my crotch though....Thank God!!  But I feel it is important to set context of the story I want to share.  You girls know what a new gyno does to your thought process.  Let's just say I was a little fuzzy headed and not in my "right mind"  after bearing my neathers to a stranger.

When I parked at the parking garage at the doctor's office, the spot I selected was next to a pole.  I do not have a good history with poles and pillars in parking garages.  I am a good driver though and told myself....Don't forget about this pole!!  Fast forward to 1.5 hours later.  I came out of my appointment and went to the car.  I had to check in with work in my cell phone.  Then when I was ready to leave, there was a  man walking behind  my car.  I was watching him to make sure I was clear.  As you can imagine, I forgot all about the pole until I hear this horrible sound and  my car stopped.  Outside my window, I get a very up close and personal view of the pole/pillar as it is just on the other side of my window.  DAMMIT!!  I have to pull forward.  I don't have the guts to get out and see the damage to the car.  Not even a year old!  Not again!!

I decided while I was out and about, I would take my wrecked and raggity ass car to the car wash to get all the salt off the car. I just knew everyone was looking at my gorgeous black car with the wiped out driver's side.  A pillar of that size can really do a number on the car.  I wondered if I could even get the door open because it seemed to hit the door panel.  That has got to be at least $1500 damage.  I'm going to have to rent a car and have my new car in the shop...and it will no longer smell like a new car.  It will smell like paint.  And I am sad and sick to my stomach.

I finally get home and parked in my lovely heated garage at the condo (I am so damn spoiled).  I take a deep breath and prepare myself to see what damage I did.  At least the salt was gone right??  I look.  I blink.  I looked again.  I can't see a damn scratch.  I run my hand up and down the panel.  The rear view mirror....Notta.  Not a dang thing!!!  It must have been my turned tire that hit the pillar!!!  What freaking grace of God spared me a wrecked car??  I shook my head and simply can't believe it.  How lucky is that?  I have got to pay forward some good karma because it was absolutely in my favor today!!  It is rare that things go my way!  I like it!!