Bye bye car. I miss you so.......
Last Thursday, I was involved in my very first accident. I was driving home from school when some crazy woman changed lanes right into my blindspot. Seriously...who hits someone else in their blindspot? Anyhoot. She hits me and my car goes sliding across 4 lanes of traffic before I'm able to find the break pedal again with my foot. I pull over to the right shoulder of the freeway and I see the crazy bitch (CB) is stopped on the left side of the freeway 5 lanes away. I call the police and tell them where we are and I wait. I wait and wait and count police cars passing me. I reached 17 police cars (which doesn't include the flock of 4 cops riding motorcycles in formation) and an hour before a city tow truck driver stops to see if I'm OK. Meanwhile, I haven't spoken to CB or even seen what her face looks like because she's like 100 feet behind me and 5 lanes of traffic away so I'm just hoping she actually sticks around so we can exchange information or at least dirty looks. So I sit there with the tow truck driver behind me for another 20 minutes before the cops come.
When the cops finally show up, he takes her in statement and gets her insurance info before driving across the freeway to talk to me. I'm freaking out because I see her take off (P.S. there were dents all over her car from previous accidents) and I'm not even 100% sure it's a woman (coulda been a skinny dood w/ long hair). He asks me for my info and statement...blah blah blah. I tell him about how I'd been waiting a while now and I have to pee and he says that he saw me a while ago but he didn't stop because *mumble, mumble, mumble*. Asshole! Anyway, he tells me that the lady said I hit her because I was changing lanes! LIAR!! UUUUGGG!!! Dear God, it's me Margaret -- the girl w/ the perfect driving record...UNTIL NOW!! How dare she!!! I'm totally going to get a copy of the police record and then toilet papering her house. Maybe I'll collect a month's worth of Carl's poops to set on fire on her doorstep.
The exciting conclusion of this story is that my car is now totaled because the body work alone is going to be around $6000 which doesn't even include the new suspension and axial that it's gonna need. I'm super depressed because I really loved my car and how zippy and fun to drive it was. I looked up the KBB value on it and it's around $10K but there's no way I can buy another Infiniti for that much. UUUGG!!! I've been looking at cars and seriously, they're all ugly at the moment. I just want to reiterate: I MISS MY CAR!! I'm going to the car repair place tomorrow to pick up my belongings but what I really want is my fucking car back.
I talked to the police officer again tonight and he wanted to get more info on the crash because he "couldn't make sense of it". I told him my story again and he told me that he believes CB is lying because our stories aren't coinciding. I'm glad he sees it my way. It's a shame that none of the lawyer friends I have are practicing shady personal injury law cuz I really could use one of those right now.
I'm on the prowl for a new car. Any suggestions? I was really leaning towards a Prius but they're so common 'round these parts and I really need a car with a lot of zip (not that I've driven a Prius before). Also, I don't want to spend a lot of money on this mess. I'm already perturbed enough and I don't feel like dipping into my grad school funds for a car. What if I get into Stanford? I'll need every penny I have...
So, if any of y'all have friends who are willing to sell me a G35 for $10K and all the hugs they can handle, let me know.
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I just realized I never told you about my first bar fight (that I can actually remember). It'll still have to wait. I'm all LJ'd out. I can't write like I used to.
When the cops finally show up, he takes her in statement and gets her insurance info before driving across the freeway to talk to me. I'm freaking out because I see her take off (P.S. there were dents all over her car from previous accidents) and I'm not even 100% sure it's a woman (coulda been a skinny dood w/ long hair). He asks me for my info and statement...blah blah blah. I tell him about how I'd been waiting a while now and I have to pee and he says that he saw me a while ago but he didn't stop because *mumble, mumble, mumble*. Asshole! Anyway, he tells me that the lady said I hit her because I was changing lanes! LIAR!! UUUUGGG!!! Dear God, it's me Margaret -- the girl w/ the perfect driving record...UNTIL NOW!! How dare she!!! I'm totally going to get a copy of the police record and then toilet papering her house. Maybe I'll collect a month's worth of Carl's poops to set on fire on her doorstep.
The exciting conclusion of this story is that my car is now totaled because the body work alone is going to be around $6000 which doesn't even include the new suspension and axial that it's gonna need. I'm super depressed because I really loved my car and how zippy and fun to drive it was. I looked up the KBB value on it and it's around $10K but there's no way I can buy another Infiniti for that much. UUUGG!!! I've been looking at cars and seriously, they're all ugly at the moment. I just want to reiterate: I MISS MY CAR!! I'm going to the car repair place tomorrow to pick up my belongings but what I really want is my fucking car back.
I talked to the police officer again tonight and he wanted to get more info on the crash because he "couldn't make sense of it". I told him my story again and he told me that he believes CB is lying because our stories aren't coinciding. I'm glad he sees it my way. It's a shame that none of the lawyer friends I have are practicing shady personal injury law cuz I really could use one of those right now.
I'm on the prowl for a new car. Any suggestions? I was really leaning towards a Prius but they're so common 'round these parts and I really need a car with a lot of zip (not that I've driven a Prius before). Also, I don't want to spend a lot of money on this mess. I'm already perturbed enough and I don't feel like dipping into my grad school funds for a car. What if I get into Stanford? I'll need every penny I have...
So, if any of y'all have friends who are willing to sell me a G35 for $10K and all the hugs they can handle, let me know.
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I just realized I never told you about my first bar fight (that I can actually remember). It'll still have to wait. I'm all LJ'd out. I can't write like I used to.