I was really thrilled yesterday after receiving my first paycheck. So, the first thing I did this morning was grab my bike and set off to the bank to deposit the check into my account. Everything went really smoothly (aside from the weather being a little sketchy). I was biking my way back home thinking to myself the infamous “I am rich, bitch!”. Then, in a split second, I find myself lying in the middle of the street, with my glasses lying three feet away from me. I have been thrown off my bike amid being hit by a car that was leaving the parking lot and entering the main road. A few seconds later I realized that my left leg is bruised and my shirt ripped in half (well, almost in half).
Ken, the car driver’s name as it turns out, was a really a nice guy. He quickly apologized and offered me a ride to the hospital. I checked myself out (not in the usual way people check themselves out in) and told him there is no need for that. To make a long story short, he gave me $100 as an apology and drove me back home, as my bike was completely busted.
Since I became bikeless, and Walmart was a fair distance away, my landlady was nice enough to offer me a ride to the store. There, I imagined I’d either have to pay to fix the bike or buy a new one. Luckily, they were able to fix it. Not only that, but I was able to exchange it for a much better bike and pay the difference (which was around $50).
So, honestly, having a “bike/car” accident worked out nicely. I was able to replace my cheap bike with a much better bike, make some cash, and make my Saturday interesting for myself. How better can it get?