“I got the milkshakes,” she told me, “I’m on my way.”
I ended the call and began to play on my phone. She wasn’t even five minutes away from me, the milkshake place was just up the road. I don’t think it was a full minute before my phone rang again. T was calling me. When I answered, her voice was a little shaky.
“What’s wrong,” I asked.
“I’ve just been in an accident,” she told me, “I need you to come get me. My car is totaled.”
“Are you okay,” I shouted, starting my car up.
“Yeah, I just need you to pick me up.”
She was just two minutes away from me up the road. When I pulled into the parking lot, I was able to take in the situation. Someone had t-boned the front of her car coming out of the very parking lot I was parked in. The front end of her car was smashed, just crumpled into itself. Both the passenger side door and the driver’s side door were open, both air bags had deployed, and smoke shot out of the car from the hood and the interior.
I panicked a little, how could T be okay when her car looked like that? Then I noticed T standing at the back of her car. She looked okay given the situation, no blood or bruising that I could see. She was waiting for cars to pass by so she could walk across to me. EMS had already arrived. She was fuming, I could see it. It was written all over her face. Then I noticed she was holding a milkshake in both hands.
“I saved the milkshakes,” she told me when she reached me.
“Are you okay,” I asked, avoiding the milkshake.
“Yeah. Here, I got your milkshake.”
Now normally, at this point most people would be worried that she had hit her head and had a concussion or was in shock. But this was normal T. She had wanted a milkshake all day, during work that was all she had talked about.
I took the milkshake from her, “What happened?”
She explained that the guy just didn’t see her and smashed right into her. She was really fine and so was he. God had His hand in that, judging from the look of both cars.
“I need a ride,” she told me.
Well, duh, was I gonna leave her there?
“That just makes me so made,” she went on.
I noticed an EMS worker approach us, he waited for her to finish.
“All I wanted was a milkshake,” she continued, “He better be glad these didn’t spill. What am I going to do with all the Halloween stuff in my trunk?”
It was October.
“He just didn’t see me,” she said, “Now we can’t go shopping. I’ve got to call our insurance. But we’ve got milkshakes.”
I watched the man’s face as she continued.
“I’m going to have to drive the truck tomorrow,” she said, “I’ve got clothes back there too! What am I going to do with all my stuff in the trunk? The cars going to be towed.”
“Are you alright,” the man asked.
“Oh yeah,” she told him, shaking her head assuredly, “I’m always like this.”
It was at that point, judging by the look on his face, I knew they were going to search her car for drugs.
“I think he’s asking if you have any broken bones or if you’re bleeding,” I told her, suppressing my want to face palm.
“Oh yeah, no, I’m fine. I’m just going to drink my milkshake.”
The man didn’t know whether to put her on a gurney or call for backup.
“She’s fine,” I assured him, “She really is like this. I’ll take her home.”
He wasn’t convinced but he turned and walked back to the car. I looked over at T to find her sucking as much of that milkshake as she could through her straw.
Well, at least the news crew hadn’t arrived with cameras yet.