No seriously. I was getting ready to go to work and the phone rang. Call display showed her workplace, so I picked up. She says "I told everyone here, so I thought I'd let you know too. I got hit by a car on my way to work."
Yeah, I'd prefer to know these things as soon as possible. Hey, I won't even get mad if you wake me up to tell me! Once, years ago, I got annoyed because she woke me up to tell me about a radio spot concerning the garbage crisis. I asked her to not do that anymore. The crisis is not immediate. I can be told when I wake up on myown. Getting hit be a car though? Yeah, go ahead and wake me up, I guess.
Anyway, she's okay. Road rash on her right arms and scrapes on her knees. She also can't seem to get her right arm up very high, but thinks that's temporary. Her hand isn't dangling down to her knee so we don't believe the arm's dislocated.
Christine says it's her fault, but I'm not convinced. She misjudged the incoming car's speed as she turned to cross a road, she says, but I wonder if that car wasn't going faster than it was supposed to be. The driver was apparently very apologetic and very much willing to help, but Christine just asked to be dropped off at work. Now she's chillin', watching Nascar. Damn Nascar...that stuff never ends, I tell you...
We'll get a picture of her mangled back tire up a little later.