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2006-12-16 - 2:00 p.m. No more sports car Gretta and I drove into Hackensack to retrieve whatever was left in the car...the ice-scraper my mom gave me years ago, my e-Z-pass thingy, my license plates, a couple of maps. Gretta thought this was so cool, and climbed into the back seat, thinking we were going somewhere. NOT! There were two pairs of blue EMT gloves in my front seat. The container of leftover spaghetti I was taking to work that day was sitting under the front seat. No more car. And they were right about the pain coming up days after the impact...my neck is burnt from the gas of the airbag, and they told me at the hospital the jolting of the muscles would kick in a couple of days later...Yuh, my back hurts. The burns on my neck are the worse. Jody from work told me her girlfriend had her face all scorched from the airbag gasses. Guess I walked away pretty OK. Need new car. Know all those TV ads where someone gets a brand new car for Christmas with a big old red ribbon wrapped around it? Is that going to happen to me? I don't THINK so! In my dreams! Going to have a cup of tea and watch tacky tv shows all day and feel mopey and stuff.