Last night, I was heading home after Pride and Prejudice. (Excellent, except no Colin Firth. It's hard to live up to his Mr. Darcy. But movies outdoors? Love. Last night was cool and not buggy, so perfect.) My cell phone rang. (Note: It's usually impossible to get me in the car. I don't hear the phone. Also, I don't really like to talk while driving.) It was one of the girls I'd seen the movie with. For many reasons, we'll call her JC.

JC: Where are you?
WG: Heading home. Why?
JC: Well, I was going down Wade Ave. and the deer just jumped out in front of me. I couldn't stop. The deer is dead. The cops don't know when they'll get out here, and I don't want to sit by myself. I'll call someone closer.
(I live about 2 miles from where she was. Not too many people closer, really.)
WG: I'll come. I'm not that far. Where are you?
JC: I don't know. I'm after the ramp, but not on I-40. I was trying to get on 40 East to go home.
WG: OK, I'll be there.

I drove back toward the museum, and got on Wade Avenue heading East, the way I would go to get to 40 East. No car, no deer.

(phone rings)
JC: Yes?
WG: Where are you?
JC: Across from the RBC center.
WG: So you were heading west?
JC: I don't know. I'm not that good with directions.
WG: OK. I know where you are. But you are heading west.

I find her, go to pull up behind her car, and nearly hit the deer myself. We check out the damage, and then go sit in my car. (Side note: We have the same car. Different model years (no design changes) different colors.)

JC: The cops said they didn't know how long they would take.
WG: Yea, the problem is this isn't high priority for them. It is for you, but not them.
JC: Oh, I understand that. I don't know if I need a police report for my insurance company.
WG: You could call the 800 number on the back of your card.
JC: I don't have my insurance card. But I could get their number from directory assistance!
WG: That you could.
JC: Calls directory assistance, gets number, begins dialing.
WG: Oh, the cop's here.
JC: Are you sure?
WG: The blue and white flashing lights say yes.
Officer: I almost hit that deer!
JC: (points to me) She did too!

The cop takes a look at her car, gets her info and gets back into the cruiser to write the report. We get back in my car to wait.

WG: Damn girl, you need to hit deer more often!
JC: I know, right?