My First Car Accident
I don't know if accident is the right word here. I feel like accident should mean that there were other people involved or like shit got super real with a tree or IDK, and that didn't happen here, thankfully. Whatever you want to call it, this is what happened.
Tuesday Madonna played at The Forum, which is about 40 minutes away from my house if there isn't any traffic. Getting down there took forever, but it was fine. So then Madonna doesn't come out on stage until like 10:30, which meant that the concert didn't end until a little before 1 am. Then I didn't get out of the parking lot until 1:30, because there is no signage at The Forum, no one directing traffic within the parking lot (at least not this time). And then when you get out of the parking lot, you can't just go where the fuck you want, so I ended up going on this street, and then my GPS had me driving my ass through town where I hit EVERY FUCKING RED LIGHT.
FINALLY, at quarter to 2, my ass sees freeway! So I go to get on the freeway. And now at the end of the merge lane, there had been some sort of huge accident. There were two ambulances, cops, tow trucks, etc. That shit was very bright too. So seeing that, I was like, "well, I don't want to get so close to that that there's a chance I'll run over all these people because I ran out of time to merge." So I prepare to merge and no one's coming.
So I go to merge. AND THE ASPHALT MEDIAN THAT DIVIDES THE ENTRANCE TO THE FREEWAY FROM THE FREEWAY, THE ASPHALT MEDIAN THAT IS NOT LIT UP AT ALL, TOLD ME TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
So then at 1:45 am, I have an incredibly flat tire that forces me to pull over to the side of the road. And then I have a panic attack -- actually have a panic attack. Then I have to call AAA to come help my ass, and of course my phone is dying. So while I'm waiting for the guy to come change my tire, the accident that I previously mentioned cleared up. So then the fucking cops come over to me and want to know what's going on. And it just... sucked. They were nice enough and ended up giving me and the AAA guy an escort to change my tire in a safer location. But still, their suspicions toward me were offputting (and for the record, no, I had not been drinking. I don't drink at concerts), and it sucks that we live in a world where you can't even trust cops to be decent people.
In any case, the tire was swapped out, and I got home at 3 am. Tire has since been replaced, and I guess the car is okay otherwise? I've decided that there's no advantage to driving myself to these concerts anymore. As expensive as Uber/a taxi would be, it's much less hassle.
HERE'S THE SCARY PART: Earlier on Tuesday, I read a script. In that script, there was a car accident. The car accident takes place on an entrance to a freeway. ... ON THE EXACT ENTRANCE THAT I WAS ON WHEN THIS SHIT HAPPENED.
Tuesday Madonna played at The Forum, which is about 40 minutes away from my house if there isn't any traffic. Getting down there took forever, but it was fine. So then Madonna doesn't come out on stage until like 10:30, which meant that the concert didn't end until a little before 1 am. Then I didn't get out of the parking lot until 1:30, because there is no signage at The Forum, no one directing traffic within the parking lot (at least not this time). And then when you get out of the parking lot, you can't just go where the fuck you want, so I ended up going on this street, and then my GPS had me driving my ass through town where I hit EVERY FUCKING RED LIGHT.
FINALLY, at quarter to 2, my ass sees freeway! So I go to get on the freeway. And now at the end of the merge lane, there had been some sort of huge accident. There were two ambulances, cops, tow trucks, etc. That shit was very bright too. So seeing that, I was like, "well, I don't want to get so close to that that there's a chance I'll run over all these people because I ran out of time to merge." So I prepare to merge and no one's coming.
So I go to merge. AND THE ASPHALT MEDIAN THAT DIVIDES THE ENTRANCE TO THE FREEWAY FROM THE FREEWAY, THE ASPHALT MEDIAN THAT IS NOT LIT UP AT ALL, TOLD ME TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
So then at 1:45 am, I have an incredibly flat tire that forces me to pull over to the side of the road. And then I have a panic attack -- actually have a panic attack. Then I have to call AAA to come help my ass, and of course my phone is dying. So while I'm waiting for the guy to come change my tire, the accident that I previously mentioned cleared up. So then the fucking cops come over to me and want to know what's going on. And it just... sucked. They were nice enough and ended up giving me and the AAA guy an escort to change my tire in a safer location. But still, their suspicions toward me were offputting (and for the record, no, I had not been drinking. I don't drink at concerts), and it sucks that we live in a world where you can't even trust cops to be decent people.
In any case, the tire was swapped out, and I got home at 3 am. Tire has since been replaced, and I guess the car is okay otherwise? I've decided that there's no advantage to driving myself to these concerts anymore. As expensive as Uber/a taxi would be, it's much less hassle.
HERE'S THE SCARY PART: Earlier on Tuesday, I read a script. In that script, there was a car accident. The car accident takes place on an entrance to a freeway. ... ON THE EXACT ENTRANCE THAT I WAS ON WHEN THIS SHIT HAPPENED.