You know the phone call, the one where your wife/husband calls you when YOU don't think they should. The one where when you look at caller id as the phone is ringing, you know this is not going to be good before you answer.
I got that phone call the other day. "I've been in wreck" and just for a second you don't hear anything else.
Turns out to be a fairly benign wreck. Nobody was hurt. My wife hit another lady's truck behind the driver's door at about 5 mph. The other lady pulled out in front of my wife. My wife braked as hard as she could but the impact was unavoidable at that point.
She called me immediately. I told her to call the police to get a wreck report. She calls the police and calls me a little later, I'm in the process of leaving work to come help her. I remind her that she has to inform the officer that she has a CHP. She knows and tells me she already did. I arrive at the scene and the officer is talking to my wife while she is in the driver's seat. I'm scoping out the damage and the officer turns to me and wants to go over what happened and I have to interrupt him to inform him of my carrying status. He's cool with everything and quickly gets back to the wreck. He has determined that fault lies with the lady who pulled out in front of my wife.
Our car is still driveable. We are now dealing with that lady's insurance to get a new bumper for the Yukon.
Man, I hate those phone calls.