Therapy by baking
I took the day off from work today with the stated purpose of looking for a car for my wife. The company has provided me with a leased vehicle but that leaves my wife stuck at the house most days. With a 45-60 minute commute in each direction, it isn't practical for her to take me to work and then use the car for the rest of the day.
Every country has its bureaucratic quirks (I cringe when I think of what expats from other countries must encounter when they arrive in the U.S.) and South Africa has its own. One of those quirks being that you must acquire a particular form from the government before purchasing a car. After standing in line 2 hours, we finally reached the window; only to be told that the form would be issued one month after filing the application and that that particular office would be closing by the end of January, so we would need to make our application at a different office. After some gnashing of teeth (ours, not the clerk's), we set off in search of the other office. We started to make a turn at an intersection and were T-boned by an oncoming car. Both of us thought that the way was clear; our view of the on-coming car must have been obstructed by a stopped vehicle on the opposite side of the intersection. My wife's side of the car took the impact, just behind her door. The force was strong enough to send our car spinning into the guardrail, thereby destroying the front of the vehicle, too. Since my wife's door was wedged shut, the firemen cut off the door before she could be extricated. Fortunately, after a number of x-rays and a thorough examination at the hospital, she was pronounced well enough to be released and a co-worker took us home. She will be very sore for a few days but the doctor thinks that some light therapy will soon reduce the effects of the mild whiplash she experienced. All in all, we are very blessed that a potentially fatal encounter has only left us shaken and bruised. The other driver suffered a cut on his forehead but didn't speak of any other injuries.
Everyone working the accident scene was very professional and competent, from the police to the paramedics to the firement; even the tow truck driver.
My therapy is already in progress. I have a batch of Reinhart's N.Y. Deli Rye under construction. I think the onions have cooled enough to stir into the starter, so I'll do that and head to bed.