I stepped back and looked at my car, my pride and joy, the cherry-red apple of my eye… wrapped around a lamppost.
‘Well that’s not very good, is it?’ chuckled the tow truck driver, crossing his arms next to me.
I turned, very slowly, to glare at him. He put his hands up in mock defence.
‘Oh, don’t mind me, just got a job to do.’
‘And yet,’ I said. ‘Here you are.’
‘Well, I’ve gotta wait for the coppers, don’t I? Can’t go shiftin’ evidence around before they get here to decide just how much trouble you’re in.’
I turned away from him, glaring at my car instead.
‘So what was it?’ he asked. ‘Bit of the drink? A little too much candy?’
‘A duck, actually’ I turned back to him. ‘I swerved to miss a family of ducks.’
‘Right, right…’ he nodded. ‘Well, I hope those ducks know a good mechanic around Bentleigh, because I don’t know that your insurance are gonna be too happy to pay for all that.’
‘Probably not,’ I sighed. ‘They’ll probably just pay me out and scrap it.’
‘A right shame, that,’ he shook his head. I could only nod.
‘What is she, a ’79?’ he asked. ‘I hear the electrics are a beast in those. ‘I have a buddy who does auto electrical repairs, near Bentleigh actually, and he–’
‘Sorry, could we not?’ I asked. ‘I’m actually still going through a lot, right now.’
‘Oh yeah, too right,’ he apologised with a slight bow. ‘Because she’s a ’79?’
‘Because I was in a car crash.’
‘Oh yeah, gotcha, spot on too, that,’ he nodded, sticking his hands in his coveralls. ‘Did you need an ambulance, or…’
‘Yeah, yeah, no doubt, no doubt…’
I took a deep, shuddering breath, wondering how exactly this man had given me more of a headache than my airbag had.
Then the sirens arrived.