Thursday, September 30, 2004
Okay, let's face it. We knew the happy lighthearted mood wasn't going to last all day. To be fair, the now cranky mood was not my fault. It was some jackass college student in his daddy's car.
Right before the end of work, Jen came by and complained about her neck. She had gotten rear-ended a couple of days ago and had been gifted with a really bad case of whiplash. That should have been my first omen. Apparently, I've got a huge neon sign above my head that says "Target: Pooh" with a huge arrow pointed right down at me. I was loosely composing a rant about how people in general are relatively "fine" drivers but get them stuck in a traffic jam and suddenly everyone becomes The Worst Driver Ever.... when the aforementioned jackass rear-ended me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this accident because we were all stopped. We weren't moving. Traffic was at a dead standstill. And then... BAM! Let me tell you, there is nothing scarier or more horrifying than the sound of metal on metal. Even the tiniest of "little taps" can make the most disgustingly frightening sound effect. And this one wasn't exactly the smallest of taps. Thank god my seatbelt was on because I was thrown forward in my seat. Thank god I had enough space between me and the car in front of me, because that was exactly where I was headed if I hadn't managed to keep my foot on the brakes.
AND THEN!!!! Motherfucker!!!
The truck in the right lane was nice enough to let me pull out to the shoulder. And then what happens? That JACKASS MOTHERFUCKER, who seriously looked about 17, grungy hair and ratty t-shirt and all, started to pull out with me, but traffic started up again and he kept moving, staying in the left lane... and then disappeared. So there I was, stuck on the side of the road, checking out the car by myself. At first glance, it looked fine. But after I got home and had time to really really check it out... it turned out that motherfucking punkass wimp had rear-ended me hard enough to leave an imprint of part of his license plate. That, I was able to rub off. But he also bumped me hard enough to leave really deep grooves matching his license plate screws. Dude. My car got screwed. TWICE!!! Those I couldn't rub away so they'll stay with me forever. GRRRR. Thank goodness my car has a high butt or else I might have been looking at broken brake lights or whatever.
But really... this has got to stop. It makes two accidents in less than a month, one which I was equally at fault and this one, where I was innocent!! I was a victim, dammit! Right after this one, I was pissed enough about the hit and run to be distracted from everything else. But as I was pulling into the parking lot and walking up the stairs to the apartment, I've got a tingle at the left back side of my neck, and now it's just a bit sore and more than a bit stiff. Other than that, I'm shaken but not stirred and perfectly fine.
Asshole.
I need a chauffeur. Because if people keep targetting me, I'm going to be really pissed, and that will not be a pretty sight.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:42 PM ... ||