Ramming speed

Earlier this week, the daughter was out shopping with a friend and they got into a fender bender. The friend was driving and I zipped over there as soon as my daughter called to tell me what happened about two miles from our house. The airbags in the friend's car didn't deploy since they were hit on the right front side, but the VW bug who rammed into her car had an accordioned front end and limp airbags everywhere. I helped deal with the police, as well as the fire dept and ambulance guys who showed up in case someone was hurt. Which they weren't, praise Jesus. 

So the daughter's friend has been driving her rental SUV for a couple days now. She drove over to hang out with my daughter, pulling up to our front gate security system to punch in the code to gain entry. That's when a wasp flew in her lowered window.

Last year this same friend ruined her phone, dropping it into our pool when a bug landed on her arm and she freaked out. Yesterday, the wasp freaked her out to the point where she basically started doing some sort of Irish dancing jig in the car so that her foot lifted off the brake pedal and hit the gas. That's how she ran smack into the right gate post at the entrance of our property and destroyed it. At least the bottom 2/3 of it, as you can see in the photos above.

After dealing with the ensuing teenage hysterics, I sent a pic of the damage to the contractor I have on speed dial (that phrase dates me!) and he said he has a masonry guy who can put humpty dumpty back together for me. All of our nosy older neighbors have been slowing down to take a gander at the damage since it happened. I kinda feel like I need to send out a mass email to the ladies on our street who attend our quarterly luncheons and know me since I imagine enquiring minds would like to get the scoop.