Post by pinkleyla on Dec 25, 2009 15:00:20 GMT -5
"Fuck!" You've gotta be kidding me!" I spat.
I couldn't believe it. How the hell did they not see me parked there?
I had spent the entire morning washing my father's brand new BMW, when without his knowledge I snuck off and took his brand new toy out for a quick cruise around Beverly Hills, only to find myself caught up in a minor fender bender.
What the hell was wrong with the driver? Was he blind? Was he deaf, dumb, or stupid, what?
Just then, as the driver finally emerged from the other vehicle I was about to let him have a piece of my mind when instead I was surprised to find that the other driver was a woman, and more importantly, actress Katherine Heigl.
Dressed casually, she was clearly shocked and a little shaken up as she immediately went over to her bumper to assess the damage.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" she said. "I didn't see you there."
"Obviously."
While I scratched my head trying to think how I would explain this latest incident to my father, Katherine clearly looked stressed and frazzled and proceeded to light up a cigarette. She then returned to the glove compartment to get her license and insurance details, and it was only now that she hit me with the news.
"What?" I groaned. "What do you mean you don't have insurance?"
I was shocked.
Katherine was apparently a successful film and television actress. How the hell did she get around without any insurance?
"Um, I don't have any ID on me either?" she added. "But you know who I am, right?"
"You have got to be kidding me!"
"I'm sorry." she apologized. "It's been a really bad day."
"Well this complicates things. What the hell do we do now?"
"Look, I promise we'll work it out." she pleaded. "Just give me some leeway, OK?"
"OK?" I said slowly, despite having reservations.
Just then, two vehicles which had stopped across the road sprang into action as a number of photographers proceeded to pile out and take a series of pictures of the scene. It was humiliating to say the least, and this development clearly infuriated her.
"Fuck!" she groaned. "Look, can we do this somewhere else?"
"What? Where? How?" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, I live just a few blocks away from here so we could exchange details there if you like?" she suggested.
Before I could respond, Katherine walked back to her vehicle and started the engine.
"Anywhere is better than here in front of these bastards." she added.
I was left with little choice but to follow her.
"Just follow me, okay?" she said out of her window, "And try to keep up!"
With that I climbed back into my car and I proceeded to follow the actress and her damaged Land Rover through the narrow streets of Beverly Hills.
Fortunately for us we soon lost the paparazzi and a few minutes later, just as she had said, we soon arrived to her house where I parked out the front while she pulled into her driveway.
There we then stood by her car and exchanged details, and having broken the ice we actually found the incident quite funny. I figured at that point the least I could do was laugh considering the amount trouble I would be in when I got home.
It was then Katherine explained how she had recently become engaged and how she was under considerable pressure. She had apparently spent the entire morning running around from one audition to another, all the while making final wedding preparations via the phone, and had had a terrible day. It seemed that the accident was just the toping on the cake.
Chatting up a storm, Katherine then graciously offered me a coffee inside.
Naturally I agreed, and after locking up the vehicles I followed her around the side of the house, through the gate, and into the kitchen. There we sat by the kitchen countertop chatting some more as she explained just how stressed out she was over the big day.
"Wait right here for a minute." she said before she disappeared down the hallway.
A few moments later Katherine returned clutching a huge wedding gown.
"So what do you think?" she said while placing it against her body and modeling it for me.
"Wow. Your fiancé is one very lucky man."
"I know right," she beamed. "Wait till you see the lingerie that goes under this."
Taking a chance I then suggested, "Well go on."
"Huh?" she replied.
"Why don't you put it on? I would love to see you in it."
"Yeah, I bet." she chuckled.
"No seriously."