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So it's story time guys. (I'm well aware of the fact that none of you know any of the people in this story besides...me...and I'm not really in it..but bear with me.)
So the senior girls were painting our cars for the championship game. A bunch of us met at a coffee shop (Friday tradition) and painted there. Since I was the only one with an internship, I was going to skip it and finish up all the cars during first period. So we all headed to school. The road in front of our school is the biggest highway in our city, and it's always really crowded. Students always take back ways and cut through the McDonald's parking lot. That's fine. But you have to remember that just because you're taking a shortcut to miss the big stoplight doesn't mean you can fly and miss traffic. The turning lane to get into the student parking lot was backed up.
The order of the girls cutting through McDonald's: Kaitlin. Erica. Lindsey. Jordan. Patricia. Tiffany. Me. Baird. (Let it be known now that I have never liked Patricia or Tiffany, just for the record.)
Kaitlin pulled out and was actually paying attention. Erica wasn't. Erica had to slam on her brakes, but she realized this in time. Lindsey was able to slam her brakes on in time. Jordan, even, was able to slam her brakes on in time. I'm still waiting by McDonald's watching this, and I knew that it was about to get bad the second Kaitlin slammed on her brakes. I thought Erica was gonna hit her. So Jordan was able to get stopped, but Patricia wasn't. She rammed into the back of Jordan's car. Tiffany was on her phone and rammed into the back of Patricia's car.
I'm still sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with my mouth slightly open going "Oh shiiiiiiit." Tiffany immediately started bawling. Her front grill was smashed in. Patricia sat in her car in her little sunglasses drinking her coffee, completely unaffected even though her car definitely got banged up the most. Jordan got out and made sure the other two girls were okay, and tried to be the spirit of the group, I guess. Patricia finally decided she should, you know, call her mom. Her mom came and tried to make the other girls move their cars. Big no no when you have a wreck. She then had the BRIGHT idea to suggest NOT calling the police.
Okay. Huh? Jordan's car isn't hurt because she drives a tank. Patricia's front and back ends are completely knocked up. Her car is plastic. Seriously. It's one of those expensive cars that think they're special because they're plastic and shit. So, I was confused as to why Patricia's mom didn't wanna call the cops. She could get major money off Tiffany for the back, even if she still had to pay for the front. Patricia's mom finally left, and Jordan called the police. Patricia is still in her car, but she's just pouting and putting on her make up now. The police waited and finally had to tell Tiffany to go get her out of her car. Whaaaat?
Moral of the story? Never drive with a group of senior girls.
So the senior girls were painting our cars for the championship game. A bunch of us met at a coffee shop (Friday tradition) and painted there. Since I was the only one with an internship, I was going to skip it and finish up all the cars during first period. So we all headed to school. The road in front of our school is the biggest highway in our city, and it's always really crowded. Students always take back ways and cut through the McDonald's parking lot. That's fine. But you have to remember that just because you're taking a shortcut to miss the big stoplight doesn't mean you can fly and miss traffic. The turning lane to get into the student parking lot was backed up.
The order of the girls cutting through McDonald's: Kaitlin. Erica. Lindsey. Jordan. Patricia. Tiffany. Me. Baird. (Let it be known now that I have never liked Patricia or Tiffany, just for the record.)
Kaitlin pulled out and was actually paying attention. Erica wasn't. Erica had to slam on her brakes, but she realized this in time. Lindsey was able to slam her brakes on in time. Jordan, even, was able to slam her brakes on in time. I'm still waiting by McDonald's watching this, and I knew that it was about to get bad the second Kaitlin slammed on her brakes. I thought Erica was gonna hit her. So Jordan was able to get stopped, but Patricia wasn't. She rammed into the back of Jordan's car. Tiffany was on her phone and rammed into the back of Patricia's car.
I'm still sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with my mouth slightly open going "Oh shiiiiiiit." Tiffany immediately started bawling. Her front grill was smashed in. Patricia sat in her car in her little sunglasses drinking her coffee, completely unaffected even though her car definitely got banged up the most. Jordan got out and made sure the other two girls were okay, and tried to be the spirit of the group, I guess. Patricia finally decided she should, you know, call her mom. Her mom came and tried to make the other girls move their cars. Big no no when you have a wreck. She then had the BRIGHT idea to suggest NOT calling the police.
Okay. Huh? Jordan's car isn't hurt because she drives a tank. Patricia's front and back ends are completely knocked up. Her car is plastic. Seriously. It's one of those expensive cars that think they're special because they're plastic and shit. So, I was confused as to why Patricia's mom didn't wanna call the cops. She could get major money off Tiffany for the back, even if she still had to pay for the front. Patricia's mom finally left, and Jordan called the police. Patricia is still in her car, but she's just pouting and putting on her make up now. The police waited and finally had to tell Tiffany to go get her out of her car. Whaaaat?
Moral of the story? Never drive with a group of senior girls.