It seemed for awhile that my daughter’s Stanford degree (OK, it was in American Studies) had prepared her for a career as an unpaid intern. However, yesterday Allison started her first paid post-college job as an assistant to a literary publicist in Los Angeles. Since my book is due out in September, I’m thrilled she’s learning how to promote books and authors.
Today, as she was driving to the office supply store, her car was hit by a red-light runner. She’s OK, except for her neck, which hurts. The car had to be towed, but may be fixable. A witness offered to swear that the other guy was at fault.
Faithful readers may remember my car was rear-ended a month ago while stopped at a red light, with my daughter as a passenger. Red lights seem to be our nemesis. Allison’s neck hurt then too, but only for a few days. I’ve now progressed from constant back pain to intermittent back pain, which is infinitely better. My car was totaled.
Allison and I are wondering if the “hit me” sign has been transferred to her. One accident a month seems a bit much.