CRUNCH TIME
Well, I got a call from the Hungarian Nanny, not long after she and Mr. B had left to go to Marmalade. They had been in a minor car accident on PCH and Topanga. No one was hurt.
Apparently, a total IDIOT two cars in front of the Nanny decided to STOP at the green light. The car in front of the Nanny stopped, the Nanny stopped, the car behind the Nanny stopped, but the car after that never saw it coming and WHAM! All of the cars were sandwiched up, except for the IDIOT who had stopped, and who then proceeded to drive away.
I jumped in the BEHEMOTH, and drove over to pick up Mr. B. I knew everything was fine, but when you see two firetrucks parked in the middle of PCH with the red light flashing, it still makes your heart skip a few beats. We got Mr. B into the BEHEMOTH, and the Nanny went back to the wreckage site to wait for the Sherriff to show up and make out his report.
I told Mr. B that the Hungarian Nanny's car had gotten a big Kaboom, and a very big owwee on the back. He looked me dead in the eyes, and proclaimed in a forceful voice, "Marmalade!". Mr. B wastes no time on sorrow. So, we went over and waited for the Nanny to join us an hour and a half later.
Ironically, the person who didn't stop in time and caused the pile up is someone that we know. Small world, eh?
I felt really bad for the Hungarian Nanny, who avoids law enforcement at all costs. She maintained her cool, but if you could spare a second or two, speed some love her way. She would lay her body down on the train tracks for me and Mr. B. Now, she's already decided that she's staying an hour and a half later when she's here next time due to the time she spent today in the middle of PCH. She's a keeper.
