I hate accidents. I truly have no liking in dealing with insurance companies after accidents as well, because YOU feel like the doos even though YOU didn’t do anything wrong. Blegh! Now, let me start at the beginning, which was about 3 weeks ago. I was driving down a busy road, stopped at the robot in front of me, just minding my own business, when I suddenly wanted to change the radio station as one would do when one hears a shit song. As I was busy leaning forward at the red robot (Yes my seat is far back; I blame my grasshopper legs), I heard the screeching of rubber on the road, and then, boom! I hit my head on the steering wheel. I was a bit dazed, but I soon realized that I got bumper bashed. The damage was minor, with little or no sign that I had been hit by a rather small vehicle. None-the-less, a case was opened by the other driver, and I am still awaiting her feedback. Wanted to scream this at the Taxi! Now comes the fun part… last night, as I was driving on Johan Heyns Street – also just cruising at normal speed in the left lane – I just saw a big, white vehicle (A Fucking Taxi) swerve into the right-hand side of my car… the driver wanted to pick up people, and I was apparently in his way. He made no indication of turning, and no attempt at backing off mid-turn. I couldn’t move out of the way because there was a lamp pole next to the road, and I would’ve probably caused more damage if I had hit it. My beloved, and seemingly bad luck car, got scratched in it’s fuck you from the middle of the driver’s door, until the back panel ending off close to the boot. Luckily, the driver in front of me climbed out and saw the whole thing. He claimed that the same doos that drove the taxi, tried to bump him off the road as well. So here I am, badly scratched new-ish car ,and now dealing with fucking insurance. I hate it! I am expecting a lot of driving around to the assessor to register a claim, and also getting quotes. Fuck Me!