May 18, 2007 20:30
Hectic afternoon.
I was at Chris', having just wrapped up painting for the day, and my father came upstairs to warn me that there had been an accident a rollover by my house. I didn't think too much of it, I was just kinda pissed that one of Will's guys from Assured Collision would be by my house (because its their week on for Walpole). I went downstairs to shoot the shit with the guys and wait for my sister to come back, and when I got down there, she was already back. I could hear everything on the police scanner, but I wasn't paying much attention. Steph and I went upstairs and Steph's cell rang, I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs with Steph following me and was about to head out the door when I heard. "Wait...It was Nana?! Send a wrecker out, it was my grandmother!"
So, christ. I blew out the door. Brian blew out the door to get the wrecker. I caught my father in the parking lot and told him that it was Nana.
In the meantime, I had to go the CVS to get a birthday card for Melissa and I am freaking out because the line is taking so long and I don't know what's going on at home.
I finally got home and there's Assured's wrecker in my driveway with Nana's car halfway onto the ramp. I'm stuck behind a fucking rubbernecker and I can't even get in my own driveway and I'm flipping because there's an Assured wrecker in my driveway. I had passed Brian on my way to the house (he was sitting on a side street).
My grandmother was fine. The car had not rolled over, she didn't need to go to the hospital. Asthetically, her car doesn't look that bad. Seeing as she managed to knock over our whole stone wall, though, the undercarriage probably has some pretty good damage on it. Dad talked to the cops and the guys from Assured and Brian ended up taking the car.
This wasn't without the cops dicking us around, though. Chris' contract (and Assured's, too) states that if the customer requests a tow company that is not on call for that town, the requested company is to come and pick up the car. Will's just an asshole.
Moral of the story, kids? Be careful driving and never (ever) let Assured touch your car.