On Monday the 24th, shortly after midnight, we got a knock on our door. (Aside: for nearly a month since I quit working at Walmart, I've been getting to bed at 10:30pm. It's awesome.) It was a police officer, asking if we wanted our car towed.
"You're disoriented, sir. Just take a moment and tell me what you want to do."
I'm not disoriented, I just haven't been given enough information to understand my situation. I'm generally pro-police, but every interaction I have with LCPD lowers my opinion of them.
A girl from Winchester somehow collided with three parked cars on our street over a good 30 meter span, possibly after being involved in another collision out on the cross street. This is the third time our car has been smashed into while parked in front of our house and the fourth major collision in Lynchburg. (For those of you who haven't been following us closely, our trusty Honda Civic was totalled last month by an uninsured motorist, but we'd been meaning to upgrade to something that could handle three carseats anyway, so we took the opportunity to trade up to a Chrysler Town & Country.)
So at least this time the other person was still at the scene and actually had insurance. That should make things better, right? Of course not. When it's a hit and run, our uninsured motorist coverage kicks in, we get it in the shop and have a rental the same day. With someone else's insurance, we have to wait for them to 'complete their investigation'. It's been a week, and they still haven't been able to get a statement from the other driver. I can get a statement from the Dalai Lama faster than State Farm can get in touch with their own customer. She was driving a car, so we know she's not Amish.
We couldn't make it to our church and we missed the annual children's program, so, you know, blessings in disguise. We did want to go to some church, so we wound up going to a Baptist church down the road. This is Lynchburg; if we still don't have a car next week, there are like five other churches within walking distance.
It was okay. I'd never been to a Baptist worship service before. The sermon was fairly pedestrian, Mark 2:13-17, nothing you wouldn't hear in a Latter-day Saint sacrament meeting. Much higher singing:sermon ratio than our meetings, and their hymnbook is twice as thick, which is neat, but all their music sounds like it's been arranged for an off-Broadway musical. The way they pray catches me completely off guard - somebody will just be in the middle of saying something and suddenly, 'Oh, they're praying now.' They do do that thing like Catholics do where they just stop in the middle of the meeting and everyone greets all of the other nearby congregants, which is something we could be better at doing (we Johnstons, not we Mormons, generally). I also liked the more relaxed dress code. Unfamiliarity aside, it felt safe and inoffensive, maybe to excess.