Accidents are bad, mmmkay?

It recently occurred to me that I often write really random posts that have nothing to do with what's going on in my life. Example: how dumb kids are, my car permeating the Goog, life lessons, things I've wanted to tell people on Facebook...

Well, fasten your seat belts, kids, because I've got a doozy of an experience to share with you this week.

As you may know, my weird mom is on Twitter. I was checking her tweets on Sunday morning when I saw this:



Excuse me, WHAT?

I immediately called to see what the hell happened.

Apparently, she and my dad were driving back from a concert on Saturday night in her shit minivan. (Side note: She DID finally get a new car, but she believes it's too nice to drive to crappy places like outdoor venues.) Well, you know how sometimes the road curves and your car doesn't? That happened. Observe:




The minivan ended up flying off the road, onto the railroad tracks, halfway onto a pile of rocks. Mom's glasses flew off in the process and as she was looking for them, my dad tells her to GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW.

"But I need my glasses," she says, still searching.

"Franny," he snaps, "get OUT."

That's when she saw the train.

They both jump out of the car as the train hits the breaks. Because the train conductor saw the accident take place, he was able to stop before smashing Mom's precious van. Both parents made it out of there safely.

The cops who showed up at the scene told them that they were very lucky. Also, accidents happen in that exact spot roughly two to three times a week. Really, Tennessee? That's not a big clue that you need to put up a sign or, ya know, DO SOMETHING to stop that?

Anyway, the minivan was fixed for $81, which is probably half the value of the car, and everyone walked away just fine. Shaken, but fine. And thank God for that.

Be careful out there, people!