No Harm/No Foul

I was in a little collision today. And when I say "little," I mean just that. I inspected the rear bumper --twice!-- and couldn't detect even the smallest scratch.

Here's what happened: I was on the on-ramp to the highway-to-work this afternoon. The highway is down to one lane [why? I saw no workers, but only orange barrels] as it has been for several days. I knew not to accelerate. Unfortunately, the driver behind me didn't see the slow-down, or my brake lights until she hit me. I signalled to get off on the right, put on my hazards, and she did, too. I got out of the van and met her. She was Hispanic, spoke decent English, and looked mortified. I asked a couple times [smiling pleasantly at her] if she was alright. She said yes and asked if there were any children in the van. Nope. I looked at both my rear bumper and the front of her truck. Nothing. Nada. I didn't even offer her my name or any info. I gave her a hug and said, "Don't worry. People make mistakes all the time."

I happily went on my way to work, smelling of her very sweet perfume, thinking how badly that could have been and thanking God that it wasn't.