Might as well stick this in the Pit, since I’ve a feeling there’s gonna be swears.
Had a lot of bad and sad news last week, and right while I’ve got my house torn apart for remodeling. But I already whined about that in MPSIMS. This coming week was already slated to be a busy one, what with continued remodeling, a doctor’s appointment and a surgery for my father-in-law, and a wake and funeral for a friend’s mother. But, I’m an optimist. One damn day at a time, I know I can get through this, right?
So while I’m keeping a stiff upper lip and trying to maintain an even emotional keel, what happens? Some guy blows through a stop sign and hits my car.
Now, there were two guys in the car, and the passenger was apparently the owner. The car had temporary plates, so he’d just gotten it. We have a language barrier - my Spanish is rusty, his English is limited to “sorry, sorry - not hurt? Ow?” When the police got there, though, the situation became ridiculous. The passenger claims he was driving the car. Then he says I blew the stop sign. Then he admits he blew the stop sign, but said he’d tried to stop, his brakes had failed. I point out to the officer that there are NO skid marks - he never hit the brakes, and besides, HE wasn’t driving, the other guy was!
In the end, the police said it didn’t matter who was driving, because neither man had a drivers’ license or insurance. So they arrested the man who claimed to have been driving and made the other guy call for a ride.
The good news is, I was not hurt, and neither were either of the guys in the other car. My car is damaged, but driveable - just needs a new bumper or fender or whatever that thing is called. Their car is wrecked - I don’t know exactly what is wrong, but the wheels were wobbly, the headlights popped out and the hood was wrinkled.
Now I have to call my insurance company, fill out a police report, deal with getting my car fixed and you know what? I DIDN’T FRIGGIN’ NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!!
Send chocolate and lots of it.