FUCKSTOCKINGS.
So, my father just called. Apparently he and my mom were involved in a pretty spectacular wreck tonight. They are both fine, thank god - my dad's a little bruised because his first instinct is to throw his arm out in front of the passenger, and my mom has seat belt bruises but they are both completely fine. The car is fucking totaled, though. Four months from being completely paid off and totaled.
They were coming off the exit ramp of 471 and had a green light. They went. The idiot who decided that red light meant "go faster" didn't even slow down. He was doing ten miles over the speed limit and nearly took the front of the car off. What's even better, and more beautiful, is that the idiot (who was ON HIS CELL PHONE) tried to tell the cops that his light was green. Despite the fact that there was a stopped car in the other lane, and it was only by sheer luck that he didn't plow my father's car into the car turning left in the other lane as well. Because two cars would decide to randomly run a red light after sitting stopped at that red light for some time.
My incandescent rage, let me show it to you.
I'm fully considering driving up to Cincinnati tomorrow to make sure my mom is okay, despite the fact I don't know if my car will survive the trip or not. It does this ridiculous shaking thing if I get it up over 50 mph, I think it's the alignment but I won't have the money to have it looked at for another week and a half. ARGH. Why isn't there a better mass-transit system in the US? I wish I could just hop a train north or something. I wonder if the Greyhound still runs to Covington.
Just, fucking wonderful.
They were coming off the exit ramp of 471 and had a green light. They went. The idiot who decided that red light meant "go faster" didn't even slow down. He was doing ten miles over the speed limit and nearly took the front of the car off. What's even better, and more beautiful, is that the idiot (who was ON HIS CELL PHONE) tried to tell the cops that his light was green. Despite the fact that there was a stopped car in the other lane, and it was only by sheer luck that he didn't plow my father's car into the car turning left in the other lane as well. Because two cars would decide to randomly run a red light after sitting stopped at that red light for some time.
My incandescent rage, let me show it to you.
I'm fully considering driving up to Cincinnati tomorrow to make sure my mom is okay, despite the fact I don't know if my car will survive the trip or not. It does this ridiculous shaking thing if I get it up over 50 mph, I think it's the alignment but I won't have the money to have it looked at for another week and a half. ARGH. Why isn't there a better mass-transit system in the US? I wish I could just hop a train north or something. I wonder if the Greyhound still runs to Covington.
Just, fucking wonderful.