It could have been the fact that I had stayed back at work for ten minutes or the fact that I was opening the passenger side window, or even that someone was coming down the ramp towards me that made me lose concentration and reverse my works van against the gates at the bottom of works drive. The scraping noise woke me right up. The lad from the garage next to the gate came to see what the noise was, but I was already fleeing the scene.
I drove all the way home praying that the noise had sounded much worse than the damage was. I even asked God and the angels to fix it for me before I looked. Maybe they did a bit. When I looked I saw a scratch and a graze and a hole in the rear light plastic. It had sounded worse.
Realising I didn't want to sleep on it I drove round to my boss's house but he wasn't in. I rang him and he didn't answer but he rang back after I'd text him. I even sent him a photo of it to prepare him. He was amazingly chilled and thanked me for letting him know.
Phew. It was all my fault and ill just have to pay for it fixing. I've reversed out of there for thirteen years without incident. But this one time......well......it's too late now.
Gutted, don't get me wrong, but the only way out is through now.
A little wake up call to shake the complacency.
It makes me remember all the near misses I've had and how many times I've been lucky not to have made a mark in car parks etc. so I guess this is overdue.
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