Just Joanna

There is one thing that I seriously hate about Buffalo.


The drivers.


First of all, let's discuss the issue of lanes. If there is ever a lack of lines, drivers in Buffalo take it to mean that there are as many as three lanes at any given stoplight. On my way to work, there are about 13 stoplights and 10 stop signs, so I've experienced this many times. There I am, at the red light, waiting, and all of the sudden, a car zooms around on my right. As soon as the light turns green, the person to my right accelerates as fast as possible and cuts in front of me. 


Also, red lights are apparently optional, as are stop signs.


Many of you already know this, but a few weeks ago, I was rear-ended on my way home from work. I was at a red light and a white van hit me! It was surprising and a little scary (both drivers were fine), but the other driver was really nice and accepted all blame. It was rather traumatizing, mostly because I had never been in any kind of car accident before. So I cried a lot, and filed a claim, and cried, and called the insurance company, and cried, and called my parents, and cried. (Did I mention that I was crying?)


Here's my poor car, which is currently being fixed in Fredonia. The bumper was coming off on the right hand side, the rear light was a tiny bit chipped (I didn't even notice, but the Allstate agent did). All told, the damage totaled $1,900! A lot more than I thought it would be--thank goodness for insurance!

Poor Mel.

So, I'm becoming a grown-up, at the expense of my car.