Balls to the Wal-Mart
It all started with my futon mattress. Steven didn't like sleeping on it since it hurt his back...I wasn't too crazy about it, either. He found a bed for me on craigslist.com and even offered to go halvsies with me on it. We picked up the bed Tuesday night from a nice French guy who lives around the corner from me.
The next morning, I left for work as usual. Steven found this as he reached his car later that morning:
Someone had broken into his truck and stolen his $80 Wal-Mart stereo.
His insurance covered it, minus the $200 deductible, and Steven was put into a rental while his window was being repaired. The rental was a 2008 Chevy Silverado.
Friday, he finds out his car is ready and heads to Planet Ford to pick it up, only to find that they're closed already and he has to wait till Saturday (when they'll close at 1pm).
Saturday morning, I made pancakes and we left the apartment at 11:30 to get the truck.
On the way, we run into a minor snag...
...and by "snag" I mean "the back end of a Ford Expedition."
It swerved in front of us, hit another guy from behind, then stopped dead in front of us, giving us no time to stop, causing us to collide with it and both airbags to deploy in the process, leaving me with this sweet little souvenir.
And a stiff neck and shoulder.
And throbbing headaches.
[We're both ok. Steven bought the extra insurance for the car, so he's covered. The car is obviously totaled. You may not be able to tell, but the glass is completely shattered on the passenger's, aka MY, side.]
The driver of the Expedition was a black female, I'd say between the ages of 24 and 27. The guy she hit was a Hispanic male in his 40s or 50s. He sided with Steven and I right away, stating to the police that she hit him.
She became belligerent and argumentative right away and stated she didn't hit him and the damage to the front end of her vehicle was caused by a previous accident in 2006.
In the end, Steven was slapped with a ticket for "failure to control speed, causing an accident." The belligerent woman got off scot free and the poor guy she hit can't get his car repaired by any insurance but his own because the asshole cop can't prove she didn't hit him.
Steven and the other gentleman have both called the woman's insurance to start a claim to make sure she pays for it anyway, since the insurance company can do their own investigation and aren't bound to the police report.
In the meantime, Steven has a ticket he's going to contest, an accident he's trying not to have put on his insurance, and the fear of being sued by the ghetto bitch* that caused the whole thing in the first place.
*Please, do not for a moment think I am making a negative generalization about the African American community. You must simply trust me that this woman was, in fact, categorically, a ghetto bitch. She was wearing flip flops with ashy feet and a bad pedicure, capri jeans, and a tight black shirt that said "Love me" and had parts of the sleeves cut off so you could see her pink bra. Oh, and the shirt and the pants did NOTHING to cover the fact that while, from behind, she seemed to have a nice curvy figure, but from the front, had a big, saggy, probably-post-pregnancy** belly.
**Again, not a generalization on her race. I've seen my fair share of post-pregnancy-bellies where I work (pediatrician's office...you get the picture) so I know what one looks like when I see it.
The next morning, I left for work as usual. Steven found this as he reached his car later that morning:
Someone had broken into his truck and stolen his $80 Wal-Mart stereo.
His insurance covered it, minus the $200 deductible, and Steven was put into a rental while his window was being repaired. The rental was a 2008 Chevy Silverado.
Friday, he finds out his car is ready and heads to Planet Ford to pick it up, only to find that they're closed already and he has to wait till Saturday (when they'll close at 1pm).
Saturday morning, I made pancakes and we left the apartment at 11:30 to get the truck.
On the way, we run into a minor snag...
...and by "snag" I mean "the back end of a Ford Expedition."
It swerved in front of us, hit another guy from behind, then stopped dead in front of us, giving us no time to stop, causing us to collide with it and both airbags to deploy in the process, leaving me with this sweet little souvenir.
And a stiff neck and shoulder.
And throbbing headaches.
[We're both ok. Steven bought the extra insurance for the car, so he's covered. The car is obviously totaled. You may not be able to tell, but the glass is completely shattered on the passenger's, aka MY, side.]
The driver of the Expedition was a black female, I'd say between the ages of 24 and 27. The guy she hit was a Hispanic male in his 40s or 50s. He sided with Steven and I right away, stating to the police that she hit him.
She became belligerent and argumentative right away and stated she didn't hit him and the damage to the front end of her vehicle was caused by a previous accident in 2006.
In the end, Steven was slapped with a ticket for "failure to control speed, causing an accident." The belligerent woman got off scot free and the poor guy she hit can't get his car repaired by any insurance but his own because the asshole cop can't prove she didn't hit him.
Steven and the other gentleman have both called the woman's insurance to start a claim to make sure she pays for it anyway, since the insurance company can do their own investigation and aren't bound to the police report.
In the meantime, Steven has a ticket he's going to contest, an accident he's trying not to have put on his insurance, and the fear of being sued by the ghetto bitch* that caused the whole thing in the first place.
*Please, do not for a moment think I am making a negative generalization about the African American community. You must simply trust me that this woman was, in fact, categorically, a ghetto bitch. She was wearing flip flops with ashy feet and a bad pedicure, capri jeans, and a tight black shirt that said "Love me" and had parts of the sleeves cut off so you could see her pink bra. Oh, and the shirt and the pants did NOTHING to cover the fact that while, from behind, she seemed to have a nice curvy figure, but from the front, had a big, saggy, probably-post-pregnancy** belly.
**Again, not a generalization on her race. I've seen my fair share of post-pregnancy-bellies where I work (pediatrician's office...you get the picture) so I know what one looks like when I see it.