Score: My Ass 1 - Bus/Car Combo 0

[shillolo]

The dent there in the back of the car is what happens when a bus pushes a car into me. Specifically my back side.



To set the stage a bit, here is the parking lot of the gas station/restuarant the bus stops at, the bus Zac, Ella and I were waiting for to take home to Toronto.


The bus pulled in past us, more in the centre of the photo where the Price-of-Gas sign is.

Then it slid.

Silently slid.

My Dad yelled to run, I yelled to the kids to run. I was facing the rear of the trunk and unloading my luggage with Zac to my left, Ella at the rear passenger door taking her carseat out.

Zac got past me and most of the way up the snowbank before Ella and I got pinned, and in turn pinned his leg against the snowbank. He was able to wriggle free and out of his boot, but Ella was under me and my foot was caught under the car's rear passenger wheel.

I didn't know my dad had fallen in the effort to make sure we cleared the bus, but he came to the passenger side before I had the chance to panic.

There were a bunch of the bus passengers out by this point, asking if we were okay - I could feel my legs - but nothing hurt so I wasn't sure what to make of that, Ella was telling me her legs hurt, not great, but she can feel them. I asked for someone to call 911 - and in retrospect I am sure someone had - or maybe not since it was reported to be called at 7:27 and the bus arrived at 7:20 and it all happened in about 10 seconds, from the time the bus pulled in.

My dad was digging with a windshield scraper at my left foot and I could feel him hitting my toes. The impact had knocked Ella partly out of her boots, and I was really afraid since I couldn't figure out how her boot could be where I could see it but I could feel her leg under me. She got one leg free that was bootless and that freed up enough space to get her other leg out - Phew! nothing broken all toes wiggling, and now my right leg was free too, and I could dig out enough under my left leg to unzip my boot and get my foot out - which was tender but again I could wiggle all my toes. And the impact hadn't crushed my camera which was in my back pocket of my hoody, so I started taking pictures.


That would be the platform boot that saved my ankle.





A couple hours later of police reports, and freeing the car from the bus - we're on the bus, on the road as though nothing had happened. Surreal.


What the bus did to the car.


The car to the bus.

Though it seems to be the constant that I am reminded I did the most damage to the car.

So how was your Family Day?