I have a long and illustrious history of being very late to dentist appointments, which is why I left early today, despite the fact that it was pouring outside.

Approaching the on-ramp, I could see that traffic wasn’t moving and I was thinking both that I was going to be late (again) and that conditions were really bad and I shouldn’t be on the road.

BAM! I was rear-ended by a gray Accord. I pulled over, and the young woman who struck me got out of her car and said, “I’m sorry, I was eating a cheeseburger.”

What do you say to that? I was literally speechless. I wanted to yell at her for being so reckless, but at the same time I was dumbfounded by her brutal honesty.

This was the third time I’ve been hit this year. I was crushed from behind by an SUV driver who said she momentarily lost control of her vehicle. A few months ago, I was struck on 400 South by a Marta bus driver who said it was her first week on the job. Those other two accidents involved insurance claims. I’m not reporting this one, but would *love* to have seen how the paperwork classified it…