update on MY life (and my car...)
So last night I decided that I'm being a good girl and I went to the gym after I got off work. It so happens that during peak hours at the gym, the parking is very sparse. I parked at the END of a row, not an actual painted spot, HOWEVER this is common practice at this gym and I counted 5 other cars who were engaging in the same practice. So. I turn off the car. I pull out my membership card. I apply some chapstick. I feel the car get hit.
!!!!
OH FUCK NO. I like LEAPT out of the car. This woman is slowly emerging from her car, looking at me like, a DURRRR. She goes, "I didn't see you..." and my head explodes. I was soooooo pissed. THIS IS WHY WE LOOK BEHIND OURSELVES BEFORE PULLING OUT OF A SPOT. She's trying to tell me she has to go, she can't stay, and I"m trying to get her information, but she wants to LEAVE so I just went inside to get an employee to witness the whole thing...when I get back out, she decides that there's no way of knowing that SHE caused the crack...it could've been there beforehand! OH HELL NO BITCH. She was like, I have to go pick up my two year old daughter, and I was like, no, you have to wait for the police to get here because I'm NOT letting you leave without resolving this. THEN this BLACK guy comes strolling up and he's like, "Lady, I just saw you hit her, I watched the whole thing happen from the bus stop." And so I'm like, fuck safety, and I tell the guy that I will give him a ride WHEREVER he wants if he will just hang around til the police get there to be a witness. So he stays, gets his friend from the bus stop to stay, and then offers a ride to another girl at the busstop....!?!?! But I do not even CARE. SO I'm standing outside of my broken little car in a t-shirt and shorts with these two black guys and random ass white girl and they are all telling me how WACK the other lady is because they saw/heard it happen and OBVIOUSLY it was not my fault. Then this old dude comes out of the gym and the 5 of us (the driver of the other car was in HER car) are just CHILLIN. This old guy starts telling me about Ashtabula, Ohio (which is where my grandfather lived but do I need to hear this RIGHT NOW!?!?) . The policewoman arrives, we get the information and I asked the police woman what to do now...and it's basically just all up to the insurance company right now.
So I drive these random 3 people to their respective spots (the Union, Rosemary St, this random APARTMENT COMPLEX) and then drove home. Of course this was the night I forgot my cell phone...so I ATTACKED it when I got back to the apartment. The Geico lady (my car insurance) was like, "basically, you were not moving so it's going to be pretty hard to paint this like it was your fault, even if you weren't parked in a legal spot...you could've been parked beHIND her and it would still be her fault." You better beLIEVE I was on the phone with that bitch's insurance company this morning at 8AM. Fuck yeah.
Why is my car cursed? I think we need to exorcize it. *siiiiiiigh.*


