This poor lady told us that her husband was at the hospital up the road after having a stroke. She was way too old to be driving and cried that she was going to lose her license and independence. I felt so awful for her. I can't even imagine dealing with the loss of freedom and having to look mortality in the face like that.
Fortunately, this happened right after an improv rehearsal, so we were able to just stand around and joke as much as we could. Even the stressed out family had fun. The cop that came out was a level 10 illegal babe.
I have no idea what the insurance company will say tomorrow, but I am really glad that even though my car is probably totaled, I can make the best out of a shit situation. I'm glad everyone around me is healthy and that I am not anywhere near having my independence taken away. Bringing a little levity to the situation and being around other people in the same mindset made me feel even more focused and confident that pursuing comedy is the right thing for me.
Cheesy, I know.
The tow truck driver told me that his wife left him for a pizza man. I said "she probably had some weird pizza sauce fetish or something." He laughed and said "Mushrooms and shit." I said "I bet you'll miss her less if you imagine her as a pizza," and he agreed.
I will keep my fingers crossed for insurance money and the possibility that officer Keith will use the phone number the took for the police report to make contact and carry me around like a fragile whispering flower.
