Since it has to be typed, or it will be shouted, FFFFFFFUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!
About......... three hours ago. I'm going up Killingsworth, where it intersects Portland Hwy. There's a stop sign, so I stop, look, and pull out slowly, I have my eye onto the incoming lane because I'm making a left turn, and there's one car, down maybe slightly less than a block away, so I speed up, maybe a little too much, but that was the extent of my mistake (as far as I know)
The car fucking T bones my rear end, right near the back wheel!!
I get to the other side of the street to talk to the girl, the first thing she says, teary-eyed, is "Oh my goddd, this is not my car". So I go into my weird comfort mode and ask her if she knows what to do, I'll start putting down my information and stuff, I want to cry here but I have the tendency to put myself last and deal with myself later.
Everything seems chill and stuff, her boyfriend's dad (the owner of the car she was driving) comes down from the PDX airport with the girl's boyfriend, talks to us, helps us out with what we're supposed to be writing down, taking pictures, etc.
The thing I don't understand is where this car came from though, I was looking in the direction of the lane I was turning against (it's kind of a Y-section, with four lanes on the main road, and it splits off onto the road I was coming from), like, right where she would have been!
My only explanation for it is that she came out of what she thought was a one way lane onto the main road, and since there's no stop sign on the incoming side, just drove right through. I don't know, I just know that I wish I knew what the fuck happened there.
And that's not even the bad part!
Her headlight popped out, and was still operational as far as I could tell (it was a Beetle, so the headlights are in those round wells on the front), and her license plate fell off. On our car, there's this FAT dent right in front of the wheelwell on that side. The alignment... is now..... fucked. The wheels both face outward at the bottom, and it will not drive straight (or less; come back the 15-ish miles to where we live). We're pretty strapped for cash at the moment, we can only afford what we need (that's why I've been trying to sell stuff wherever I can). I've been searching desperately for a job already, and now it'll just be worse. Urrrgh.
The thing I'm still worried about is that the dad seemed kind of uppity about taking the pictures etc, and I'm thinking he's going to try and pin this all on me.
I hope more than anything that he doesn't. They seemed like wealthy suburbanites who could more than afford to fix the damage, but we're the ones on the worse end on both damage and wealth, I don't even know if we have money to get the car back home right now.
Things that I've received today:
- MENTAL TRAUMA
- Dent in car with added bonus of bent-the-fuck alignment/framework(?)
+ A hug from the girl that hit me
- Those "disappointed" looks (less at me, I think everyone just felt sorry....)
- The responsibility of having to tell my mom she doesn't have a car to drive to work tomorrow
- Everyone was pretty chill about the whole me getting hit thing
+ The police were suprisingly nice.
- IS THERE NO END?!?!
+ Noone was hurt, physically.
The car fucking T bones my rear end, right near the back wheel!!
I get to the other side of the street to talk to the girl, the first thing she says, teary-eyed, is "Oh my goddd, this is not my car". So I go into my weird comfort mode and ask her if she knows what to do, I'll start putting down my information and stuff, I want to cry here but I have the tendency to put myself last and deal with myself later.
Everything seems chill and stuff, her boyfriend's dad (the owner of the car she was driving) comes down from the PDX airport with the girl's boyfriend, talks to us, helps us out with what we're supposed to be writing down, taking pictures, etc.
The thing I don't understand is where this car came from though, I was looking in the direction of the lane I was turning against (it's kind of a Y-section, with four lanes on the main road, and it splits off onto the road I was coming from), like, right where she would have been!
My only explanation for it is that she came out of what she thought was a one way lane onto the main road, and since there's no stop sign on the incoming side, just drove right through. I don't know, I just know that I wish I knew what the fuck happened there.
And that's not even the bad part!
Her headlight popped out, and was still operational as far as I could tell (it was a Beetle, so the headlights are in those round wells on the front), and her license plate fell off. On our car, there's this FAT dent right in front of the wheelwell on that side. The alignment... is now..... fucked. The wheels both face outward at the bottom, and it will not drive straight (or less; come back the 15-ish miles to where we live). We're pretty strapped for cash at the moment, we can only afford what we need (that's why I've been trying to sell stuff wherever I can). I've been searching desperately for a job already, and now it'll just be worse. Urrrgh.
The thing I'm still worried about is that the dad seemed kind of uppity about taking the pictures etc, and I'm thinking he's going to try and pin this all on me.
I hope more than anything that he doesn't. They seemed like wealthy suburbanites who could more than afford to fix the damage, but we're the ones on the worse end on both damage and wealth, I don't even know if we have money to get the car back home right now.
Things that I've received today:
- MENTAL TRAUMA
- Dent in car with added bonus of bent-the-fuck alignment/framework(?)
+ A hug from the girl that hit me
- Those "disappointed" looks (less at me, I think everyone just felt sorry....)
- The responsibility of having to tell my mom she doesn't have a car to drive to work tomorrow
- Everyone was pretty chill about the whole me getting hit thing
+ The police were suprisingly nice.
- IS THERE NO END?!?!
+ Noone was hurt, physically.