I forgot to mention...

For those of you that have been to Korea, its not surprising that I was in a car accident. For me, its more shocking that I have been here for over a year and this is my first accident. Id go into details but I'm not quite sure what happened, let me try...

We were the first car in the left hand turn lane and the man behind us thought that he might leap frog in front of us by going around, to our left, in the oncoming traffic lane. Usually this stunt works and it puts the tricky driver in front- in the sidewalk (this of course is ok in Korea). The problem was, we were turning left at the time he decided to leap frog- we were t-boned- on the drivers side. By this time I'm not shaken, just annoyed and anxious about my soon to be cultural experience with car accidents.
The driver of the car was an older man and nearly deaf, or so I assumed since his wife was giving him an animated earful.
All respective parties were notified (except the human trafficking officials) Military Police (who are KATUSA), Korean Police, Hannah Obi "One" Kinobi, (Ill go into that later), both drivers, Chris, and a slightly unstable Korean girl in hot-pants and a very revealing tank top (I'm not sure if she had secret desires to use her conversational skills or it was Chris in uniform). Now that we had a small crowd around us, Operation Security was in full swing! Once the Korean police found out that I wasn't the driver and only the passenger, I was no longer needed... free to go, no statement, nothing!
Feeling obliged to stay with my driver and make sure that everything was going to be OK, I was totally over-reacting....I was just the passenger there was no need for me to hang around or make a statement. I was shuffled off by Hannah "The One".
The minute Hannah appeared on the scene, she was knuckle deep in translation...what happened, how it happened and what was going to happen. I was free to go, "The One", was going to take care of everything and she didn't even need to ask me what had happened (this is why I call her "The One").
LATER THAT DAY...
My driver called me later to give me the status; the other couple felt that the "One" wasn't translating the conversation accurately and thus assumed the fault was on my driver. I say my driver because I wasn't really a participant at the accident. I'm sure there will be a photo with my body and "The Ones" face airbrushed in.
I'm not sure how it all ended, maybe a drive to the ATM and a cash settlement, or an ongoing he-did it, she-did it argument, at least until the exchange rate improves. Who knows? I have been told that no matter what, the Americans are held 10% at fault reason being, if we were never in their country, it never would have happened.
THE NEXT DAY...
I get a call from my driver...
After the incident she decided to go into the after hours emergency care clinic, apparently she had been suffering from a pain in her back and neck. She had taken the day off to rest, she just couldn't think straight with all the pain medication, it made her loopy and tired. This is where I say..."Where the heck am I when all this is happening? I was in the same car as this woman but I wasn't having half the experience as she was, I had nearly forgotten about the entire event and here she was in bed resting while I was at work!" All I could think was, "I know Obi One Kenobi had also taken the day off to rest from the traumatic experience."

This all reminds me of when Chris's Aunt and Dad came to visit and our experience on a dirt road, a very narrow dirt road with water on both sides, I get an anxiety attack just thinking about it (again, a blog entry worthy of its own).

"Maybe we should send out the FRG"-Army Wives...