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I really needed extra crap to deal with.
That must be why I was just rear ended, HARD, by some fucktard who doesn't know that when the car in front of you is stopped, you DON'T GO. &*@$&&!&!!!! There I am, sitting in traffic at a red light, when the light turns green. There's some back up, so the car in front of me doesn't go, so I don't go. The fucktard behind me decides that she is going to go. She hit me so hard (completely unexpected; I hadn't even been looking in my rearview mirror because there was NO REASON to believe anyone in their right minds -- or paying the least attention -- would move their vehicle) it was like a giant boulder had crashed through my car. You know, it's one thing to rear end someone when traffic is going pretty fast and it stops expectedly. But to rear end someone that hard when traffic is AT A CRAWL?????? You're obviously an inattentive MORORN.
This carries on my April tradition of being in a car accident. Maybe I should avoid driving of any kind during this month, as it's clearly out to get me. This accident is, of course, nowhere near as serious as last year's, but fuck I am pissed.
WHY couldn't I have pulled out of that parking lot 5 seconds later, so that the fucktard wouldn't have been behind me??? Why didn't I decide not to go have lunch there? Why didn't I spend an extra 10 minutes in the bookstore? Why did Jade have to hang up with me at the exact moment that she did, not delaying my lunch further? WHY WHY WHY???????
Other than some minor back soreness (for now), I'm fine, though it seems to be getting worse rather than better and I'm definitely going to have it looked at, probably tonight, but now I have to worry about getting my car fixed, insurance, what if Le Idiot tries to dispute, etc. Though the cops who arrived on the scene assured me it was on her, and her insurance company when I called said that she had reported it and wasn't disputing. Still, I've seen enough TV/movies to be paranoid.
The best was this: There were two motorcycle cops who showed up first -- one was young and cute, but a little bland, if nice. The other one told me this story about a T-bone accident that had happened a year ago, where the guy in one of the cars said that he was fine, and went home feeling some pain, then DIED THE NEXT DAY, because he had punctured his spleen and didn't know. I'm like, thank you, officer, that's a really great story.
So if you don't hear from me, it's obviously because the same thing happened to me.
That must be why I was just rear ended, HARD, by some fucktard who doesn't know that when the car in front of you is stopped, you DON'T GO. &*@$&&!&!!!! There I am, sitting in traffic at a red light, when the light turns green. There's some back up, so the car in front of me doesn't go, so I don't go. The fucktard behind me decides that she is going to go. She hit me so hard (completely unexpected; I hadn't even been looking in my rearview mirror because there was NO REASON to believe anyone in their right minds -- or paying the least attention -- would move their vehicle) it was like a giant boulder had crashed through my car. You know, it's one thing to rear end someone when traffic is going pretty fast and it stops expectedly. But to rear end someone that hard when traffic is AT A CRAWL?????? You're obviously an inattentive MORORN.
This carries on my April tradition of being in a car accident. Maybe I should avoid driving of any kind during this month, as it's clearly out to get me. This accident is, of course, nowhere near as serious as last year's, but fuck I am pissed.
WHY couldn't I have pulled out of that parking lot 5 seconds later, so that the fucktard wouldn't have been behind me??? Why didn't I decide not to go have lunch there? Why didn't I spend an extra 10 minutes in the bookstore? Why did Jade have to hang up with me at the exact moment that she did, not delaying my lunch further? WHY WHY WHY???????
Other than some minor back soreness (for now), I'm fine, though it seems to be getting worse rather than better and I'm definitely going to have it looked at, probably tonight, but now I have to worry about getting my car fixed, insurance, what if Le Idiot tries to dispute, etc. Though the cops who arrived on the scene assured me it was on her, and her insurance company when I called said that she had reported it and wasn't disputing. Still, I've seen enough TV/movies to be paranoid.
The best was this: There were two motorcycle cops who showed up first -- one was young and cute, but a little bland, if nice. The other one told me this story about a T-bone accident that had happened a year ago, where the guy in one of the cars said that he was fine, and went home feeling some pain, then DIED THE NEXT DAY, because he had punctured his spleen and didn't know. I'm like, thank you, officer, that's a really great story.
So if you don't hear from me, it's obviously because the same thing happened to me.
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Date: 2004-04-16 06:36 am (UTC)Obviously this fucktard isn't just a MORON, but a dumbfuck shitface! *ahem* Pardon the language.
Am glad (& relieved) that you're okay but I hope that the soreness won't become a problem. Take it easy for a couple days d00d. *hugs*