$#&*@*#%!!!
Well I gues the title about covers it. So I’m leaving school Monday, trying to get home so I can have a little time to rest before I go to work. I get in my car, put on my seat belt, turn up the music, and back out of my spot. My car is completely out of the spot and stationary. I reach down to put it in drive, look up, and-BAM! A big, red Bravada backs right into the front passenger side of my poor little Nisan Sentra. I’m like ‘WTF?’ Then this tiny little goth chick jumps out of her gigantic SUV and was like “OMG, I didn’t even see you there!” And I was thinking ‘Yeah well you obviously didn’t look in your rearview mirros, because even though you car is 3 times the size of mine and a far larger vehicle than any person needs, you still should have seen me there.
So the police officer posted at our school (who is a really sweet old guy) comes over and fills out the accident report. He asked me what happened and I told him. Then he asked her what happened and she says “Oh, we both just backed up at the same time and ran into each other.” That made me rather angrey because it was obviously her fault and she was trying to spread some of the guilt onto me. But he checked out the damage on our cars and on the accident report says that it was her fault so whatever.
Oh, and let’s talk about the damage while we’re at it. Her gigantic monster mobile gets a bit scratched up on the bumper. My poor little baby now has a huge dent in the front of the passenger side door and the hood. I mean it’s a seriously big dent. My dad check it out and he was said there was no way he could fix it himself. Then today on my way to school it was making this wierd noise and I kept thinking it was going to explode or something. It turned out the the tire was just rubbing against this little peice of plastic which my dad popped back into place so that’s no big deal.
I guess the positive side to this is that it wasn’t my fault and her insurance will have to pay for it. Also, my mom said that while it was in the shop we could maybe get it a new paint job. Yay! My poor car’s paint is badly faded and rather… splotchy. It would be nice to have it painted one solid, cool color. Green maybe! But, oh well. I guess I’ve discussed it enough now. It was the only thing that any one in my second period could talk about. Andrea told me “I’m would throw down for you if you want to fight her.” I graciously declined the offer but it’s goos to know that some people have my back. Okay, that’s all. Go drive safely, My Readers!
