Fucked if I know. In truth, I haven’t heard anything from the douchebag since, so I don’t know how that’s going to pan out. If he has any brains at all (a rather big “if”, I’ll concede), he would probably wait and see how the insurance companies are gonna call it. I suppose if I were at fault somehow (which I fucking well am not) maybe he’d figure, hey, I got a case. I dunno. Can you sue somebody because they verbally tore you a new asshole?
Now that I’ve simmered down since the accident, I’m more inclined to think the guy was talking out of his arse, so I’m going to try not to worry about it. But really, to get creamed like that and then be told we were at fault and we should be liable somehow…oh, man it still just burns me. Even if he is a knuckleheaded gobshite, it just pisses me off so much.
Gah, I gotta stop thinking about it or my b.p.'s gonna spike or something.
I hear you. I drive those roads all the time to get to my girlfriend (coming from Storrow Drive W to JP). I’ve gotten so used to all the twists and turns, and irrational intersections (or groups of intersections waaaay too close together, like around the Landmark Center - Boylston/Riverway/Park/Fenway/Brookline Ave) that I just sail through.
Don’t forget to mention that the lanes are very very narrow. And there’s no divider separating you from oncoming traffic. Therefore the nervous drivers in the left lane will edge to the right, away from oncoming traffic (because, really, all it would take is a mistaken flick of the wrist from an oncoming car to cause a head-on collision, and if everyone’s going +40mph, that’s no joke.) But when they edge to the right, they’re already a third into the right lane, and therefore being very dangerous.
Sorry, this has become a bit of a hijack. I can stop now
(Picturing this occurring in Minnesota)
Cast of Players:
Minnesotan Loopydude (ML)
Minnesotan Loopydude’s Wife (MLW)
Minnesotan Dumb Ass Driver (MDAD)
****SCREEEECCHHHHHHHH
~BANG~*
MLW: Oh my. I think we were just hit, dere, hun!
ML: Yah, seems that way, dear.
MDAD: Oh my! I am so sorry! I thought I saw a deer on da road and swerved to miss it. You want I should call the police?
ML: Well, you see dere, sir, we’re just back from out honeymoon in Du’lut, and we’re just not useta this heavy traffic, yanno. We shoulda seen ya.
MDAD: Nooo, it was all my fault. So, where ya headin ta?
MLW: To church. There’s a potluck goin’ on for the pastor.
MDAD: Really? I jest came from dere. Mrs. Sorenpeteanderson made her carrot jello. Lemme tell ya, good stuff dere.
(Police cruiser pulls up)
Officer: Well, now, what happened here?
ML: Aw, wasn’t nuttin’ Officer. Just a fenderbender. Say, didn’t you go to school in Mankato?
Officer: Sure did!
ML: Thought I recognized ya! So, how long you been doin’ that job, then?
Officer: Pert now a few years. The wife an’ I like it round these parts.
MLW: Wife? Tell her I’d like to meet’r!
Officer: Will do!
