Me and Cars: we don't get along

So, Saturday morning, I'm going to the grocery store to get some bacon and sausage for breakfast. I go the the closest exit of Halle but for some reason, the police are there prohibiting me from making a left turn. So I make a right and turn around and re-enter the neighborhood to travel to the other exit from Halle Plantation. There's a line of about 6 cars there already trying to turn left. After a minute or so I am at the front of the line. I look to my left. There's one car in the turning lane. I look right one car about to pass. I look left. The car's still in the turning lane and the car from the right has passed. I look right one more time to make sure and then I proceed to turn. Well the car in the turning lane despite the fact that there are four signs telling him that the road is ending before it ends decides he wants to change lanes after the turning lane has ended. Not a smart move but it would've been okay except a driver (me) turning left assumed that someone who remains in the turning lane until it runs out is probably turning. Silly me. That unmistakeable sound of squealing tires and the crunch of metal and glass brings those slow motion moments before impact back into realtime. Oh no. Not again, not now, not this week. No, fate, you don't understand, I just got a scholarship last week. That's supposed to put me on my dad's good side. He's in India just dying to get home and be proud of me. Not this again. Two car accidents in two months is enough. Three in two and a half is just mean. It wasn't even entirely my fault this time. I have no car, and I will refuse to let them fix it again. It's not worth it anymore. I'll just go without for a while, a very, very long while. Just when you think things are looking up, you find yourself sitting on the curb, holding your head, wondering why the airbag didnt deploy. Again.

And Duke lost yesterday.