Last week I stupidly ran my car into the back of someone else’s car. I get out and ask the driver if she’s okay. She doesn’t answer, so I ask again. She doesn’t answer but then she starts moving her hands. I realize she’s deaf and signing to me. I know sign language from when I worked in an office full of deaf people, so we have a conversation. I discover that, yes, I still know how to say I’m stupid and I’m sorry. I also know a variety of curse words, which I kept to myself. I don’t know if knowing sign or if being pregnant scored me some points, but she introduced me to her grandchild (who waved at me quite happily), rubbed my belly, and then hugged me twice before getting into her car and driving away. Damn, I hit someone’s car and got hugged. That is the kind of week I’ve had.