So much bullshit, so little time. What else can be flung my way?
Seriously, I don't want to know what tomorrow beholds.
As if Kristal's car theft and Kelley's falling-asleep-at-the-wheel mishap wasn't enough, I get myself into a fender-bender today on I-4 in downtown Orlando (right at the South Street exit). It's lightly raining and traffic's coming to a halt. The guy in front of me has to slow down abruptly because the person in front of him stopped suddenly, and that caused me to slam on my brakes (and god knows if you've ever driven I-4, the pavement is as worn as Tara Reid's pussy), so my tires get no grip on the pavement, and along with the rain ("Florida Ice"), I skid right into the back of the Mercury in front of me.
Amazingly, there was not a bit of damage on his car. At all. My car, on the other hand, got its ass kicked. My hood's pushed in and upward, the left-front headlight is pushed into the engine area, and the left-turn signal is dangling off the side. It still drives, but I wouldn't dare take it above 50.
And get this! The officer didn't even write me a ticket. His reason, "I don't like writing tickets during inclement weather, so that's saving you $115 and 3 points on your license." O_O I'm not sure if State Farm will be that lenient when they get news of this.
And yes, I became one of those people who drove that bitch around town all trashy lookin' because I still went into work because they were short and needed me.
Haven't taken any photos yet because I didn't have a camera, and obviously now, it's dark.
I'm just amazed nobody was hurt and my car was the only one that got damaged (thank jeebus). I can't remember much from the moment before the accident, but can recall some loud noise over the music playing (sounding like from the speakers), and scrambling to press the brakes. The rest is unretrieveable.
It's weird because there were signs all along the day. I reluctantly got an early cut at work, knowing full well I'd have to come back later. I tinkered too long at home before leaving, causing me to decide to use I-4. While behind a line of cars following a motorcycle, coming up to downtown, I thought, "Something's going to happen," because it started raining (to the motorcyclist because it seemed a car was following close to him and he was going sort of slow).
Nearly broke down at work because this one family, after taking them to a table, was like, "Can we have a booth?" I sauntered back to the makeshift host desk proclaming, "I hate seating people. I don't need this after what I've been through today," in front of some customers waiting for to-gos. I wanted to cry, but held some composure.
One request: To sleep peacefully tonight and wake up rested.
P.S. Who the hell names a septic tank repair company, "Brownie's"? Thanks for the colorful description.
As if Kristal's car theft and Kelley's falling-asleep-at-the-wheel mishap wasn't enough, I get myself into a fender-bender today on I-4 in downtown Orlando (right at the South Street exit). It's lightly raining and traffic's coming to a halt. The guy in front of me has to slow down abruptly because the person in front of him stopped suddenly, and that caused me to slam on my brakes (and god knows if you've ever driven I-4, the pavement is as worn as Tara Reid's pussy), so my tires get no grip on the pavement, and along with the rain ("Florida Ice"), I skid right into the back of the Mercury in front of me.
Amazingly, there was not a bit of damage on his car. At all. My car, on the other hand, got its ass kicked. My hood's pushed in and upward, the left-front headlight is pushed into the engine area, and the left-turn signal is dangling off the side. It still drives, but I wouldn't dare take it above 50.
And get this! The officer didn't even write me a ticket. His reason, "I don't like writing tickets during inclement weather, so that's saving you $115 and 3 points on your license." O_O I'm not sure if State Farm will be that lenient when they get news of this.
And yes, I became one of those people who drove that bitch around town all trashy lookin' because I still went into work because they were short and needed me.
Haven't taken any photos yet because I didn't have a camera, and obviously now, it's dark.
I'm just amazed nobody was hurt and my car was the only one that got damaged (thank jeebus). I can't remember much from the moment before the accident, but can recall some loud noise over the music playing (sounding like from the speakers), and scrambling to press the brakes. The rest is unretrieveable.
It's weird because there were signs all along the day. I reluctantly got an early cut at work, knowing full well I'd have to come back later. I tinkered too long at home before leaving, causing me to decide to use I-4. While behind a line of cars following a motorcycle, coming up to downtown, I thought, "Something's going to happen," because it started raining (to the motorcyclist because it seemed a car was following close to him and he was going sort of slow).
Nearly broke down at work because this one family, after taking them to a table, was like, "Can we have a booth?" I sauntered back to the makeshift host desk proclaming, "I hate seating people. I don't need this after what I've been through today," in front of some customers waiting for to-gos. I wanted to cry, but held some composure.
One request: To sleep peacefully tonight and wake up rested.
P.S. Who the hell names a septic tank repair company, "Brownie's"? Thanks for the colorful description.