I'm surprised to realize that I am still occasionally thinking about that accident.
Part of it, I admit, is the hug. I don't get the opportunity to do that with someone like that very often. I liked it. I guess that sounds a little creepy, but it's true. It was an odd circumstance in which to find myself doing that, but still.
But part is that I really feel sorry for her. She was so shaken up. And now she has this repair to get done to her car. I'm not sure what it'll cost, but I'll bet enough to be noticable, not enough to be covered by insurance. I felt badly for her then, and I feel badly for her now. Not my fault, but still.
Both feelings mix together.
