Giv­ing back and risk­ing jail time

GA Voice - - Georgianews -

It has been a while since I’ve been in a car ac­ci­dent, but it’s what was in my back­seat at the time that almost landed me in jail.

We re­cently had a silent auc­tion at work to raise money for a lo­cal char­ity (yes, I am still at Cox Me­dia Group work­ing be­hind the scenes un­til my con­tract is up in Au­gust). Ta­bles were erected around the of­fice with ran­dom items ei­ther do­nated by a col­league or left be­hind by lis­ten­ers or for­mer em­ploy­ees. One such sales man­ager had just left the depart­ment, and a box of ran­dom crap he de­cided not to take from his of­fice was up for grabs. The col­lec­tion in­cluded sev­eral things like a clas­sic Hawks hat, a nice binder and a bot­tle of Tan­queray. Think­ing it was funny, and a clever way of clear­ing out his of­fice, I ended up be­ing the win­ning bid­der, paid my money, put the box in my car and for­got all about it.

A few days passed. I picked up my son and was in traf­fic on 285 in Sandy Springs when I de­cided to get off at the Glen­ridge exit. That is when an­other car started pulling out of the traf­fic too and all I could see was the back of the driver’s head, mean­ing he was not look­ing in my di­rec­tion and didn’t see me com­ing in the exit lane. With only sec­onds to think, know­ing we were go­ing to col­lide and not want­ing to hurt or star­tle my son, I chose to honk, try and make my way around him and put me as the front line of im­pact. The other car then T-boned me on the driver’s side.

For­tu­nately it was a low-speed im­pact, my airbag didn’t go off and my son was un­phased by the jolt, which of course is the most im­por­tant de­tail of all this. I called my baby mama, Katie Jo, to let her know he had been in an ac­ci­dent but was OK, and she chose to come check on us and see his con­di­tion for her­self. Once she saw all was well, she re­laxed and we were mak­ing jokes about some­thing when her face went stone cold and she stared at me. “What?” I asked her. She re­sponded, ”Is that an open con­tainer?” The box from the silent auc­tion was in my back seat, and that is when I re­al­ized the bot­tle of gin had been used and was only half-full. I never paid at­ten­tion to it and the fact it was an open con­tainer, all while cops are all around check­ing out the ac­ci­dent. I quickly cov­ered the bot­tle with the Hawks hat be­fore an of­fi­cer came back to check on me. He must have missed it when he first took my info, dis­tracted by the dam­age and mak­ing sure Mr. Carter was OK.

Then Katie Jo had the nerve to ask, “Have you re­ally had some­thing to drink?” “Lord, no.” So much for giv­ing back to my com­mu­nity.

“With only sec­onds to think, know­ing we were go­ing to col­lide and not want­ing to hurt or star­tle my son, I chose to honk, try and make my way around him and put me as the front line of im­pact. The other car then T-boned me on the driver’s side.”

Melissa Carter is rec­og­nized as one of the first out ra­dio per­son­al­i­ties in At­lanta and has been heard over the years on B98.5 and Q100. In ad­di­tion, she is a writer for the Huffington Post. Fol­low her on Twitter @Melis­saCarter.

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