Skin Off My Teeth

Last week on Monday at a little after 7 AM, I was in my Honda Insight eastbound on Ventura Blvd. at Tampa waiting for the light to change. Before red turned green, a middle-aged guy taking his two little daughters to school in his brand new Ford Fusion, rear-ended my car. He blamed the rising sun. But he was probably texting, and traveling at about 20 mph. He never hit his brakes. The Fusion catapulted my Insight into a 1980 Mercedes in front of me as a result. The older man driving it hit his head on his wooden steering wheel. Concurrently, inside of my car, whiplash was the word. My seat belt broke and the airbags never opened but the bag warning light came on. Things that were in the front of my car ended up in the back and vice-versa. I have no idea how, but coffee spewed all over the car interior from my tightly sealed metal travel cup. As the guy I hit and I were both rag-dolled pretty well, we were dazed and confused at the time when we stumbled from our rigs. How