The Goddess Project

Thursday afternoon I headed down to the Murry Morgan Bridge on 11th. My friends at Beautiful Angle and I had taken part in the Goddess Project, putting up a fourteen foot high series of boards with pictures and words the night before, and now I’d signed myself up to hang the rest of the pieces.

It was a perfect afternoon, the rain that had been hitting our city had finally slowed down and the sun was just starting to make an appearance. The lift was right where the rental company had said it would be as were the artists waiting for my help.

It was going to go smoothly, it just had that kind of feel to it even though I was in a hurry and the mill was in full production mode at the moment. It didn’t really work out that way though. Coming around the corner the lift was unable to stop in time and I wound up slamming straight into the side of the 402. I put a pretty good dent in the front right fender and though the mirror popped out of it’s holder I didn’t tear it off, nor did it brake any glass (thus avoiding that whole 7 years bad luck curse)

It made me pause for a moment, but not for all that long really. I just tried to take it all in stride and realized that that’s what I pay insurance for. Yeah I’ve got to pay the deductible and all that but there’s not much use jumping up and down over that. No amount of hissy fit was gonna undo what I’d just done. I just got down to hanging the rest of the pieces so I could get it all finished during my lunch hour.

I had to think long and hard about what to tell the insurance company however. You see, there’s a two hundred dollar difference between damaging your own vehicle or being the victim of a hit-and-run and though I’d like to think of myself as an honest person who would fess up to my crimes, two hundred bucks is two hundred bucks.

I just decided that I never got the name of the person driving that big blue rig.

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