i hate people who don't think.
don't you hate it when someone ruins your life?
i do too.
so i hit this car in the parking lot of gin's chinese restaurant yesterday.
i didn't even know i hit her until she came out screaming: "you hit my car and you're going to drive off?! I HAVE A BABY IN THE CAR!"
as if that makes any difference.
anyway, i hardly saw the damage she was pointing at, but i figured, i did it, so i'll pay for it.
well, i gave her my info and figured she'll call me later on that night to negotiate.
i was on my way and as i was rolling out, she flags me down and tells me she has USAA on the phone.
my heart dropped.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL THE INSURANCE COMPANY FOR A SCRATCH OF PAINT?!
who the hell knows.
she's an idiotic bitch. that's all i know.
i took the phone and frantically told them i didn't want to use the insurance.
that i didn't want anything to do with them.
apparently, it was already claimed and there was nothing i can do about it.
fuck fuck fuck.
so i told my parents about the whole thing and, well, my life now officially sucks.
this is our third claim (though it's MY first) and so our insurance is going to sky-rocket...
OVER A SCRATCH. PAINT!!
i guess it's going to be like $600 more every six months or something.
gay.
my parents have taken away my car and i will now be commuting to school and work by VIA.
good old VIA.
oh, and not to mention i have to pay for insurance, even though i'm not using the car.
hopefully, my parents will realize they're being retarded and give me the goddamn car back.
as for now, i'm mad at the motherfucking bitch who called USAA like an idiot.
thank you.
i do too.
so i hit this car in the parking lot of gin's chinese restaurant yesterday.
i didn't even know i hit her until she came out screaming: "you hit my car and you're going to drive off?! I HAVE A BABY IN THE CAR!"
as if that makes any difference.
anyway, i hardly saw the damage she was pointing at, but i figured, i did it, so i'll pay for it.
well, i gave her my info and figured she'll call me later on that night to negotiate.
i was on my way and as i was rolling out, she flags me down and tells me she has USAA on the phone.
my heart dropped.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL THE INSURANCE COMPANY FOR A SCRATCH OF PAINT?!
who the hell knows.
she's an idiotic bitch. that's all i know.
i took the phone and frantically told them i didn't want to use the insurance.
that i didn't want anything to do with them.
apparently, it was already claimed and there was nothing i can do about it.
fuck fuck fuck.
so i told my parents about the whole thing and, well, my life now officially sucks.
this is our third claim (though it's MY first) and so our insurance is going to sky-rocket...
OVER A SCRATCH. PAINT!!
i guess it's going to be like $600 more every six months or something.
gay.
my parents have taken away my car and i will now be commuting to school and work by VIA.
good old VIA.
oh, and not to mention i have to pay for insurance, even though i'm not using the car.
hopefully, my parents will realize they're being retarded and give me the goddamn car back.
as for now, i'm mad at the motherfucking bitch who called USAA like an idiot.
thank you.