When bad things happen.
POSTED AT 03:17 PM in party, driving
The story of how I spent my short vacation has to wait. I had a horrible day yesterday, but only because of the circumstances I went through to attend one beautiful wedding.
I really don't like being late. As much as possible, I like to get to my appointments earlier than the call time, or on time. I don't like making people wait, it's embarrassing. Also, I'd like to have extra time to compose myself and become comfortable. And it's just plain respect to come on time. That's why it irritates me when other people are late, more so when it becomes their habit.
One of the reasons I hate being late is because my schedule gets out of whack, then I get out of whack. I hurry, I stress. And when I hurry, things happen. Bad things.
Yesterday, I got off work early so I can attend the wedding of my high school friend Jinky. It was to be held at the locale of San Francisco Del Monte, in Quezon City. The invite said 4:30 p.m.
I left the office at 3:30, went to Robinsons Forum to get our (Jay & my) present for the couple which I had gift wrapped earlier, then proceeded to my place. The tricycle ride to my place took long, there was congestion right by the office. I hurriedly got dressed and did my hair and makeup. I was already running late, and I was worried about the traffic. I rushed getting out of my unit. WRONG.
It was only when I shut my door that I realized I had left our wedding present inside. Worse, I had left my keys! But I wasn't worried yet. I proceeded to my car and just called my mom to have the duplicate sent to my place. I'd worry about it later. As for the present, I could always send it to them another day.
The traffic was pretty light considering the rush hour, but I was still along Edsa-Ortigas area when Jay texted that he was already at the church. After about ten minutes, I took the u-turn to Quezon Avenue, turned right on Roosevelt Avenue where I would then make another right to Del Monte Avenue to get to the locale.
That's when things got ugly. Right on the corner of Roosevelt and Del Monte Avenues was a branch of Mercury Drug, and smack in front of the store was a double-parked Nissan Patrol. Naturally, because it was blocking the flow, the vehicles had a hard time turning right even when the traffic light was green.
I was getting antsy. I was so close to the church and traffic was moving too slow. The ceremony has already started. I was blaring my horn like crazy. WRONG MOVE. I was too distracted by the lack of consideration that I wasn't able to concentrate on my driving.
I still don't know exactly how it happened, I suppose I miscalculated the width of my vehicle (I drive a Nissan Terrano) and the Nissan Patrol's, but I ended up sideswiping the Patrol. I heard this screeching sound and knew something was wrong. I saw the Patrol's driver lower his window and I realized I had hit him.
Shiz.
So I parked and got out of my car, surveyed the damage of the Terrano, which ended up worse than that of the Patrol's. The Patrol only had minor scratches, while a whole patch of paint was gone on one part of my car, plus a dent.
I immediately talked to the Patrol's driver and apologized profusely. We exchanged numbers and I promised to call him later that evening. I was fortunate that he wasn't irate or anything, he even told me I was lucky I didn't hit his tail light which would've been quite expensive to pay. My hands were shaking as I still couldn't believe I got into an accident while so close to the church!
One turn. I only had one turn.
So anyway, I tried my best to forget about it. Which was quite successful since Jinky's wedding was amazing! It's always great to reunite with my high school friends, plus the wedding was well-planned and the couple looked genuinely happy. But I'll save that story for next time. 
And because my unlucky streak hasn't ended. After the fabulous reception, I reached home just before midnight. The guard gave me the duplicate keys and just when I thought I could finally rest my tired feet, I found out that mom only had the duplicate to one door lock! She didn't have one for the main door's. So the keys were pretty much useless. At that point, I didn't have the energy to cry anymore. I just really wanted to get inside my unit. I asked for the maintenance guy's help, who ended up telling me call the master key specialists since he couldn't open it himself.
I ended up paying five hundred pesos to get the freaking door opened. I didn't have strength left to haggle. I just really wanted to sleep.
LESSON OF THE STORY: Don't be late. When you are, don't hurry. It's useless anyway. And don't stress. Stress causes bad vibes, bad things, bad circumstances!
P.S. I called the driver/owner last night as promised, but all he told me was he'd call today. So far, I'm still waiting for my phone to ring. Oooh, I hope he was able to get the scratches out with rubbing compound! Please, please please!
