I wanna say it was Saturday, but it could have been Sunday, not the ones that just past, but the ones from before.
I don't remember the exact happenings, because the accident pushed everything else out of my mind.
I don't remember where we were coming from, or who we had been with, or any of that information.
I just remember driving down the road to go to our house and that it was night, and I was sitting with DH in the back-seat of the taxi.
All of a sudden there was this auto that sped in front of us, and the driver slammed on his brakes and we hit the auto. Well, the auto didn't stop, it didn't cause severe damage (well...that we could see...) and it kept going (without stopping). Then the driver and DH got out of the car, agreeing that the auto-wallah must have been drunk to assess the damage. Well, nobody was hurt, but the left headlight of the taxi was broken. Not major damage I was told, but enough that the driver would be having to pay for some damages out of his own pocket. I was shaken to say the least. We were almost home, so we continued home, and the driver admitted to DH that he was also shaken, so he was going to take the taxi back to the garage for the night and then go home.
That's all I remember...*sigh* I hate car accidents. At least nobody was hurt, and DH wasn't shaken and he was there! :-) All's well that ends well, right??