Five Hundred and Fifteen
Today, at about 5:15pm, I got into a car accident. A woman pulled out from a stop sign and smashed into the side of my van. The driver's side door is dented, there's a little cosmetic damage, and the wheel looks to be quite bent outta shape - with possibly more serious damage to the front alignment and axle and other parts like that. Her Prius was quite totalled in front. Parts strewn throughout the street. Luckily, nobody was hurt or injured in any way. The airbags didn't deploy.
The accident was 100% the fault of the other driver. She, her friend, and her two kids were very nice. Nobody lost their temper. But will I ever see any money from this accident, to cover repairs? Ugh... I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
That's the problem here. At the end of No Country For Old Men, Anton Chigurrh got hit by that car which ran the light. He wasn't at fault. But it sure fucked him up.
More to come.
The accident was 100% the fault of the other driver. She, her friend, and her two kids were very nice. Nobody lost their temper. But will I ever see any money from this accident, to cover repairs? Ugh... I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
That's the problem here. At the end of No Country For Old Men, Anton Chigurrh got hit by that car which ran the light. He wasn't at fault. But it sure fucked him up.
More to come.