Accident.
I feel calmer now that I've had a little time to chill after the whole fiasco, so I can probably recount it better now.
So Met and I had gone out to the mall so she could pay her Kay's bill, right? We were heading back from the mall, just two or three blocks away from Central heading south on Louisianna, right next to the fair grounds where everything was going hectic and there was traffic out the ASS.
And this guy makes like he's going to pull into my lane from this stop-and-go police directed traffic lane next to me. Mind you, at this point, the street is what? Three and a half lanes wide? Two lanes southbound and one northbound with a turn lane in the middle, while the right lane southbound is the congested one I was mentioning (since it's the turn lane and everybody and their dog was headed right toward the state fair). I was in the lefthand southbound lane, minding my own business, and this guy freakin makes like he's gonna pull into my lane. Clearly, he sees me swerve. I assume he thought that I was changing lanes. There was only the turn lane to get into, I was swerving because HE WAS NOT STOPPING.
He continued not to stop, effectively rendering our passenger side door useless.
The guy made like he was going to pull off, so naturally, Met and I jump out of the car to stop him. Sure, the obscenities were probably the wrong way to go about it, but the guy had just slammed into us, I think it was a natural reaction, really, for that stupid of a mistake. He copped an attitude, and somebody'd already called the accident in, so the cop showed up before we had a chance to swap insurance. I was shaking like crazy by this point, see, this was only my second accident, and effectively, it was the same type but at a lower speed. Also, keep in mind that I'm not on Met's mom's insurance, so technically I shouldn't even have been driving. I wouldn't have been, should Met not have been taking a new medication that made her too loopy to drive safely.
Now, we get over, the cop starts asking the usual questions. The guy was a PRICK. Now, I've only dealt with one other cop in the past, and that one was 100% nicer than this one. I can see now why Met hates ABQ cops so much. I'll try not to make stereotypes in my head, but that guy was seriously a jackass. I gave him the info, was ridiculously polite, if shaken up, said my "yessir"s and "nosir"s, and soon we were let go.
After getting in the car, I apparently started it. Less than thirty seconds later, naturally, being shaken up, I couldn't remember that I'd started it, as well as the fact that I could not hear or feel the engine running. I try twice to turn it on again, before Met told me it was on already, and the police officer came back over, copping a serious pricky attitude and asking me "How long have you been driving, the car is already on." I told him I was still shaken up and that I hadn't heard the engine running, and he snaps at me to get out of the car, submitting me to a field sobriety test. Hooray, my first field sobriety test, staring at the setting sun and trying not to blink. He then proceeded to LECTURE ME about my anxiety, while I'm about THIS close to having a panic attack, though I manage to keep rather calm (legs still shaky, though). I tried to explain to him that I have panic attacks, but he told me it was suspicious that we were so shaken up since it was just an accident and asked me about a bajillion times whether or not I was on anything. Asshole.
Despite nearly falling into hysterics on the drive home, I managed to drive us the rest of the way. Stupid state fair. We passed another accident on the way home. Stupid out of towners. The guy kept insisting that I was changing lanes or something when it happened and he "clearly had his turn signal on" which was a dumbass thing to say considering WE HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY and you shouldn't expect people to just STOP in the middle of the street to let you get in when there's nobody in front of them. I mean come on, the street was clear for a goddamn mile in front of me, and even after he saw us continuing to go, he still did not stop. I don't get it. How can somebody be that damn stupid? I hope he was drunk or something and got arrested.
So Met and I had gone out to the mall so she could pay her Kay's bill, right? We were heading back from the mall, just two or three blocks away from Central heading south on Louisianna, right next to the fair grounds where everything was going hectic and there was traffic out the ASS.
And this guy makes like he's going to pull into my lane from this stop-and-go police directed traffic lane next to me. Mind you, at this point, the street is what? Three and a half lanes wide? Two lanes southbound and one northbound with a turn lane in the middle, while the right lane southbound is the congested one I was mentioning (since it's the turn lane and everybody and their dog was headed right toward the state fair). I was in the lefthand southbound lane, minding my own business, and this guy freakin makes like he's gonna pull into my lane. Clearly, he sees me swerve. I assume he thought that I was changing lanes. There was only the turn lane to get into, I was swerving because HE WAS NOT STOPPING.
He continued not to stop, effectively rendering our passenger side door useless.
The guy made like he was going to pull off, so naturally, Met and I jump out of the car to stop him. Sure, the obscenities were probably the wrong way to go about it, but the guy had just slammed into us, I think it was a natural reaction, really, for that stupid of a mistake. He copped an attitude, and somebody'd already called the accident in, so the cop showed up before we had a chance to swap insurance. I was shaking like crazy by this point, see, this was only my second accident, and effectively, it was the same type but at a lower speed. Also, keep in mind that I'm not on Met's mom's insurance, so technically I shouldn't even have been driving. I wouldn't have been, should Met not have been taking a new medication that made her too loopy to drive safely.
Now, we get over, the cop starts asking the usual questions. The guy was a PRICK. Now, I've only dealt with one other cop in the past, and that one was 100% nicer than this one. I can see now why Met hates ABQ cops so much. I'll try not to make stereotypes in my head, but that guy was seriously a jackass. I gave him the info, was ridiculously polite, if shaken up, said my "yessir"s and "nosir"s, and soon we were let go.
After getting in the car, I apparently started it. Less than thirty seconds later, naturally, being shaken up, I couldn't remember that I'd started it, as well as the fact that I could not hear or feel the engine running. I try twice to turn it on again, before Met told me it was on already, and the police officer came back over, copping a serious pricky attitude and asking me "How long have you been driving, the car is already on." I told him I was still shaken up and that I hadn't heard the engine running, and he snaps at me to get out of the car, submitting me to a field sobriety test. Hooray, my first field sobriety test, staring at the setting sun and trying not to blink. He then proceeded to LECTURE ME about my anxiety, while I'm about THIS close to having a panic attack, though I manage to keep rather calm (legs still shaky, though). I tried to explain to him that I have panic attacks, but he told me it was suspicious that we were so shaken up since it was just an accident and asked me about a bajillion times whether or not I was on anything. Asshole.
Despite nearly falling into hysterics on the drive home, I managed to drive us the rest of the way. Stupid state fair. We passed another accident on the way home. Stupid out of towners. The guy kept insisting that I was changing lanes or something when it happened and he "clearly had his turn signal on" which was a dumbass thing to say considering WE HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY and you shouldn't expect people to just STOP in the middle of the street to let you get in when there's nobody in front of them. I mean come on, the street was clear for a goddamn mile in front of me, and even after he saw us continuing to go, he still did not stop. I don't get it. How can somebody be that damn stupid? I hope he was drunk or something and got arrested.