#21: Predicted Dad’s Accident
My dad’s work schedule when I was a kid was Tuesday-Saturday 6am-2pm. One Saturday when I was around nine or ten I went rushing into the kitchen where my mom was and said “Mom! Dad just got in a car accident!” I was frantic. I kept insisting he was in a car crash. My mom was trying to settle me down when she looked at the clock and said “look, it’s just two o’clock now. He hasn’t even gotten to his car yet.” That sort of made me feel OK, but I still wasn’t. His work was only a ten minute drive away and he was usually home by 2:20. Soon it was 2:30, no Dad. Then 3:00, still no Dad. Finally around 3:30 or so he comes in the door and first thing he says is he was in a car accident.
He stopped two blocks from our house to make a left turn onto our street and some young guy behind him was too busy looking at a girl in a miniskirt (this was in 1968ish) walking by and not paying attention and rear-ended my dad. Hard. His car was totaled. A few days later my dad was in the hospital for weeks with severe whiplash. My mom never quite looked at me the same. I think I really freaked her out.
