Had a weird dream...the U.S. and Spain (?!) randomly went to war with Japan. This was the cause of much "most retarded idea for a war I've ever heard of"-type comments from me, and low-level panic from the rest of my family. Except for Grandpa, who thoujght it was a great idea, or at least an unstoppable one. *shrugs*
Lessons learned: none. I can't make heads or tails of the thing.
So, I was driving my sister home from school, and I spotted an accident on the side of the road: a black commercial van had rear-ended a silver pickup, and a cop car was on the scene. It was right on a corner I needed to turn on, so I looked ahead to the truck, trying to figure out how to best take the turn...
...and there was a scraping noise in the back of the car.
Right as I was passing the cop car.
I stopped the car immediatley, and the cop walked towards me. I rolled down the window; he told me to go around the corner and stop, so I did. After a minute, he walked over.
I was surprised--he was very apologetic, and insisted it was his fault. Perhaps he was opening the door as I came up--I didn't notice, I was looking too far ahead--but he checked the car over and all that was there was some paint that he rubbed off with his finger. (And a scratch--I called home and found out that it was already there.) I had to wait a few minutes for another cop to come and check it out. No reports filed, but I have the guy's card in case I notice anything.
I've thought for a while that I need a wake-up call so that I'll start driving a little better...perhaps this'll do it.