Counting my blessings... again

I was driving G to school (barely on time, again), had just made the turn onto the 2-lanes-each-way street near ours, and a woman pulled out from the curb to make a U-turn across the street (HUH?). I had time to hit the horn and then brake like crazy. We still hit. Argh.

No injuries, of course, but how freaking annoying. She admitted it was her fault the second she jumped out of the car (it was).

Like our theft 2 weeks ago, it could have been plenty worse. She or I could have been going faster, have a worse angle, God forbid ptui ptui ptui she could have hit G's side and injured him, etc. Oh, and she could have claimed it was my fault. Or a car behind us could have hit us.

But, like the theft 2 weeks ago, which also could have been plenty worse, it is just freaking annoying.

Dammit. I'd like to stop counting my blessings.