So far, already an interesting day
Hung out with my husband and a friend of our today.
We wanted to go to someplace new for lunch and decided on a place called "Noahs bagels" in Portland. We were only a block away, stopped at a red light, when a drunk driver rearends my car. There was no reason for him to hit us other than he was not paying attention to what he was doing, and didn't seem to know what happened. Drunk.
We get out to access the damage. I'm dreading to see what my car now looked like , but am shocked at what I see. His big red Dodge Dakota; the front is smashed in. My little Nissan Sentra; an inch long scratch. And here I was expecting to see the back of my little car completley smashed in.
Now at this point, I am very visibly pregnant, I only have one more month to go. I'm pretty shaken up and go stand against the nearest building while the guys talk to the guy that hit us. The man agrees to pull into the parking lot next to us to exchange information. My husband pulls our car into the lot, the man, the bastard drived away as fast as he can. He dosnt know that while he was talking to my husband, our friend was taking a picture of his liscence plate on his phone. The man that had been driving behind him pulled over and gave us his number as a whitness. Apperently, the guy had been swerving all over the road before he hit us. We reported the hit and run to the police, who in turn searched the area foe him, but as far as I know, they didn't find him.
We were lucky. Nobody was hurt. I didn't go into premature labor. Baby seems to be fine. But what kind of idiot asshole hits a car with a pregnant woman inside and just drives away without knowing if she or her baby are ok? Did he really think that out of all the cars around us, nobody would have written down his liscence number? Well, at least he now has a lovely smashed front bumper to remember us by.
We wanted to go to someplace new for lunch and decided on a place called "Noahs bagels" in Portland. We were only a block away, stopped at a red light, when a drunk driver rearends my car. There was no reason for him to hit us other than he was not paying attention to what he was doing, and didn't seem to know what happened. Drunk.
We get out to access the damage. I'm dreading to see what my car now looked like , but am shocked at what I see. His big red Dodge Dakota; the front is smashed in. My little Nissan Sentra; an inch long scratch. And here I was expecting to see the back of my little car completley smashed in.
Now at this point, I am very visibly pregnant, I only have one more month to go. I'm pretty shaken up and go stand against the nearest building while the guys talk to the guy that hit us. The man agrees to pull into the parking lot next to us to exchange information. My husband pulls our car into the lot, the man, the bastard drived away as fast as he can. He dosnt know that while he was talking to my husband, our friend was taking a picture of his liscence plate on his phone. The man that had been driving behind him pulled over and gave us his number as a whitness. Apperently, the guy had been swerving all over the road before he hit us. We reported the hit and run to the police, who in turn searched the area foe him, but as far as I know, they didn't find him.
We were lucky. Nobody was hurt. I didn't go into premature labor. Baby seems to be fine. But what kind of idiot asshole hits a car with a pregnant woman inside and just drives away without knowing if she or her baby are ok? Did he really think that out of all the cars around us, nobody would have written down his liscence number? Well, at least he now has a lovely smashed front bumper to remember us by.