Call the judge, I'm going to be late, my car is on fire

That was me to my office today.

First I get rear-ended (I'm in the middle of a five car pile-up, stopped for traffic).

Next, after the delay for the police and the information exchange, as I drive off, my car starts on fire.

Then, someone calls in and gives the dispatcher a "better" address -- one eight blocks away from where I just told them I was.

So, I call back and insist that I, watching my car burn, have a better idea of where my car is than the mystery caller.

Sigh. Who would have known that rear-ending a Volvo could cause it to catch on fire.

My knee hurts, my back hurts, I'm ok, but I'm going to bed.

At least the judge was understanding. Oh, and the legal file survived, though it is kind of wet and smells of smoke. My tolltag got cooked, so it is being replaced. I suspect that my car will not be revived.

/Sigh. At least it makes a funny story.