Frowns For Sale
8.30.2006
While I was coming home from work tonight, someone ran a stop sign and pulled out in front of me. I ALMOST got away from them in time but still wound up getting hit (I'm saying it this way because it's their fault). I ended up narrowly escaping a huge accident, and the I'm pretty sure that the person who ran in front of me did too, but I wouldn't know because they ran. They kept right on going...to wal-mart.
(that's not raindrops on the hood...it's my tears)
I got out of my car and stood for a moment, waiting for them to make a U turn and come back, because, really who does that? And as I realized that they weren't coming back, my jaw dropped lower until I was standing there in the rain, mouth agape, staring at the bright lights of the white trash paradise. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but eventually someone pulled up and asked if I was okay. I nodded, remembering to close my mouth and get back in the car. I sat there, trying to think of what to do next. So I cried. A lot. Then I drove home. And when I stopped for gas and saw my turn signal dangling alongside my fender (bumper, whatever) I cried some more. I know it doesn't look like a big deal, but it is to me. I've never put so much as a scratch on my car....and then someone hits it and leaves like they do it every day.
(Maroon Paint? No, my car is bleeding)
Add this to the many reasons why I dislike living here. Rude, inconsiderate, bad driving bastards. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go cry again.
Amelia at 12:23 AM
12 Comments:
If you find out who did it let me know. I'll send them a very special box of corn flakes. :D
I doubt I'll find out who but I'll definitely tell you if I do. I appreciate the corn flakes *S*
And the other stuff...
Oh, poor amelia! I can't believe that the car that hit you didn't stop. Jerks.
Coming out of the woodworks to say if you want to form a search party I shall bring my pick axe and torch forthwith!
You provide the matches.
What the hell! You should have called me. You didn't throw rocks at them, yell cuss words at their tail lights, or chase them down? I so should have been with you. I'll inspect every maroon car when I come over Friday...I'll catch them. They probably didn't have insurance. Cheap bastards!
Tessa: I tried to call you when I got home (and was crying lol) but all I got was your snooty machine. I wish you would have been there even if not for the chasing, but preventing me from standing there like I was looking for the mothership.
Mel: You are awesome. You said 'forthwith'
Thad: Thanks. While I'm not sure what I'd do with a karoke machine/xbox/bomb shelter in my trunk,but it's a thought. I've been thinking about trading my baby in too though...really tough decision.
Mandy: Definitely jerks. I still can't believe it. :(
"While I'm not sure what I'd do with a karoke machine/xbox/bomb shelter in my trunk"
LMAO.. Then you could go around telling people you have a lot of junk in your trunk. *shrugs*
That bum!!!!!!!!!!! I so would have sat in the car for about 5 minutes while calling the police and trying to get names and numbers for witnesses, then slowly followed his path into Walmart, found his car, and copied down his license plate number to give to the police when they showed up.
Brandon: :P Though the xbox would be nice...I still couldn't play it, and you're too far away to ride around in there fighting zombies.
Andrew:I probably should've handled it better, but I was tired and frightened and that's never happened to me before. I don't ever see myself chasing someone down late at night in a strange area. Unless the A-Team were with me.
Yeah. It's much easier to come up with that advice sitting here at home than it is when you're going through the excitement and stress of it actually happening.
*G* It's okay. If I had it to do over I may have chased them. I like thinking I would have punched somebody, but I know that's not true.
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