Confession
I drove home solo again.
I ran over a traffic cone and killed it T_T
Reason?
I was going to make a left turn into my street. There was a construction zone and the street was blocked off. There was no other way out of it except to make an illegal U-turn. As I was doing it...this poor defenseless traffic cone was in my way and none of the construction workers saw me approach it. I had no other choice but to turn the other cheek and run it over. As I looked into my rear view mirror, I saw its orange corpse with its pointed end bashed in. When I got home, I looked at the passenger side of the car and the paint was scratched. I don't know if that was there before or if it was me, but...I killed an innocent traffic cone today and I'm so ashamed of myself. I hope I don't get caught/ ticketed >_>;;
If I had to play the blame game...
1) There was this creepy ass guy following my car all the way down Orange St. to Cherry St. I was hella paranoid he was trying to stalk/ kill me so I tried to go to my cousin's house. Once I turned into a different street, he didn't follow me anymore. Still, I thought it would be better to stay with someone else than by myself, so I proceeded to go to my cousin's house.
2) My cousin's wife was home. I knocked several times and rang the doorbell, but she didn't open the door for me. How did I know she was home? I heard her voice talking on the phone to somebody. I probably should've yelled, but I gave up (feeling rather angry).
There you have it. The factors in the death of a traffic cone.
And now...I wait for the consequences of my actions.
I ran over a traffic cone and killed it T_T
Reason?
I was going to make a left turn into my street. There was a construction zone and the street was blocked off. There was no other way out of it except to make an illegal U-turn. As I was doing it...this poor defenseless traffic cone was in my way and none of the construction workers saw me approach it. I had no other choice but to turn the other cheek and run it over. As I looked into my rear view mirror, I saw its orange corpse with its pointed end bashed in. When I got home, I looked at the passenger side of the car and the paint was scratched. I don't know if that was there before or if it was me, but...I killed an innocent traffic cone today and I'm so ashamed of myself. I hope I don't get caught/ ticketed >_>;;
If I had to play the blame game...
1) There was this creepy ass guy following my car all the way down Orange St. to Cherry St. I was hella paranoid he was trying to stalk/ kill me so I tried to go to my cousin's house. Once I turned into a different street, he didn't follow me anymore. Still, I thought it would be better to stay with someone else than by myself, so I proceeded to go to my cousin's house.
2) My cousin's wife was home. I knocked several times and rang the doorbell, but she didn't open the door for me. How did I know she was home? I heard her voice talking on the phone to somebody. I probably should've yelled, but I gave up (feeling rather angry).
There you have it. The factors in the death of a traffic cone.
And now...I wait for the consequences of my actions.