Well, today has been probably the second worst morning in my entire life.
So I'm going down a busy street, that connects with another even-bigger street. So far everything's fine. I'm coasting along the right lane with everyone else who is going to turn right, and my brakes are not responding.
Boom, I bump the car in front of me. Immediately I put on the emergency lights and get out to make sure she's fine, she also got out and asks if I'm fine. There was no damage, and she suggested we pull into the parking lot next to us to wait for a tow. Seemed like a good idea, seeing as how it was a crucial intersection and it was very busy. So I figured I could drive it slowly inside and it would tap the little wall at the edge of the lot. It didn't.
The two front tires went over the little wall, and I felt things breaking underneath. I got out and saw so much fluid gushing from the bottom of the front. The girl (also a student from my school) said since there was no damaged to hers she was gonna take off unless I needed a ride to school. I told her I was gonna wait and call AAA. After she left I called them and started to cry.
This was/is really bad, and it could've been solved differently. I knew I f---ed up, but I was mad at myself and at the car and wondering why it had to do this there and at that time when it was least convenient.
Eventually the tow came, he got it out, even a firetruck came to assess the damage and clean up all the oil that had flowed into the street. Now the car is at a sears, and my dad picked me up and yelled at me and my incompetence while driving me to school. So now I'm here, I have no way home, my friend is gonna take me sort of close.
What bothers me the most about this is that everything would've been relatively fine if I had not been such a dumbass and attempted to drive it again. I think of the damage I've caused, the people I inconvenienced, and I know it's not over, when I get home things are going to be apocalyptic. My dad is going to be so cross, my mom will be worried, and now I am effectively crippled without it. I'd rather have lost my phone than lose the car. Even after dad gets it fixed, he won't give it back to me i don't think. He doesn't care about the cost, that's not an issue for him, what he's pissed about is how I handled the situation, and about how I needlessly made it worse by acting without thinking it through.
And everybody keeps telling me I'm lucky I wasn't hurt, though I almost wish I had been, it would've made this whole debacle seem almost worthwhile. But maybe that's just the depressed part of me talking.
Can anyone shed some light on my current plight? Can anyone relate?
I wish I was less stupid...