I was singing "Call Me When You're Sober"
My car just got whacked. As in, the lord of the drunk drivers called out a hit on it and the instrument of his hand of smackdowns took my Cadillac out of commission. A 1995 silver pickup driven by CARLOS who subsequently was hauled off in a cop car to spend time in the tank. I am now saddled with the responsibility of figuring out whether or not the insurance (in someone else's name) is correct and the owner was the driver or someone else (a third name) all together. I have to get up early and go get a different car to drive (which needs its tires filled) so that I can go to work.
Luckily for me the gods of the road had thier eyes out, and while they could not completely stop their brother of destruction, they put a hand in to make sure that CARLOS (I don't know why that is in all caps) hit me right in front of the driver's side door- litteraly, the door was making horrible noises of not wanting to open when I did open it- and not actually in the door, where I would have been hurt. I came out of it without any hurt, besides the loss of a favorite possesion and some sleep, since I am wide awake and have to wait for the towing company to figure out thier paperwork so I can call them for some info I need.
Quite dramatic.
Luckily for me the gods of the road had thier eyes out, and while they could not completely stop their brother of destruction, they put a hand in to make sure that CARLOS (I don't know why that is in all caps) hit me right in front of the driver's side door- litteraly, the door was making horrible noises of not wanting to open when I did open it- and not actually in the door, where I would have been hurt. I came out of it without any hurt, besides the loss of a favorite possesion and some sleep, since I am wide awake and have to wait for the towing company to figure out thier paperwork so I can call them for some info I need.
Quite dramatic.