I guess it’s been a shitty week-end for a bunch of people. I was in a car accident on Friday on the way home from work. Dirk was kind enough to pick me up from the Springfield Metro station so I wouldn’t have to get wet, and he drove me home (we were in my car because the brakes are more reliable in the rain). We got into an accident on the Parkway because from stupid old man (age: 75) from New Jersey was driving in the lane to the right of us, decided he had to get into the left turn lane, to the left of us, jerked his car into our lane just a car-length in front of us, and stopped 3/4 of the way into our lane. Dirk hit the brakes, but the guy was just too damn close, and we hit him. Then the woman behind us in the red Dodge Stratus hit us, her front end going up and under my rear end.
The StupidGuy’s car only had a small dent near the rear end. The car behind us had it’s front end totally fucked-up. My car, caught in the middle, lost it’s right front light, had a bent hood, a fucked-up trunk hood, and its muffler bent and dragging on the ground. The StupidGuy got out of his car and immediately started yelling at us, “What the hell were you thinking, you idiot!?! Didn’t you see my turn signal? Don’t you know better?”
I stood there in the pouring rain, looked him in the eye, and told him, “Look, asshole, I don’t know what the traffic laws are like in the shithole where you’re from, but it doesn’t matter if you have your turn signal on. You don’t just pull into oncoming traffic and stop.”
He gaped at me for a second then said, “Well, I was trying to get to that gas station over there. I’m going to get gas.” And I shit you not, he got back into his car and finished making the illegal turn that caused the accident. He waited there for the police, while we waited with the woman who rear-ended us right where it happened. I took note of his license plate number just in case he tried to make a run for it.
The StupidGuy was found at fault for the entire accident, including the woman who rear-ended us, and he was issued a ticket. My parents were irritated with me for letting Dirk drive my car, but I was VERY quick to remind them that it’s my car, I make all the payments on it, and they are quite welcome to shut their pieholes. Anyway, there’s a clause in my insurance that covers anyone I might loan the car to.
So my car’s in the shop and Dirk’s driving me everywhere and it’s been very irritating. Nikki and I got into a fight when we picked him up for practice, because he got an attitude when I told him to hurry up, and I went off on him. Nikki was following me to the car, apologizing, but I was having none of it for at least half an hour. I don’t have to put up with anyone’s shit, especially if Dirk and I are going to drive all the way up to Southern MD to pick their carless asses up.
Aaron’s irritating me, too. He’s been wandering around for the past couple days whining that Dirk and I took all his Ramones CD’s. I don’t particularly like the Ramones – I’m indifferent to them except for the time I saw them play. I originally thought that they sounded like Mickey Mouse on crack. Anyway, neither of us knew where his fucking CD’s were, and I suggested last night that he might have left them at Joe’s – of course I was right. And he’d been pestering us for days.
In other news, my mother and I were having the most interesting conversation the other day:
Her - So, what’s Dirk getting you for Xmas?
Me - The leather biker jacket of my dreams.
Her - So, are you going to marry him?
Me - I don’t know. I’m not a big believer in divorce so I want to be completely certain before I take that step. All I know is I’m getting the leather biker jacket of my dreams.
Her - That’s true. You shouldn’t jump into marriage. Maybe you should shack up with him, to see if you’ll get along. That way you can just leave if you decide you can’t stand him.
Me - You’re right. I’d have to think about it, though.I think someone’s been slipping my mother drugs in her food. I mean, she’s been militantly against the idea of me shacking up with Dirk for how long? And she suddenly turns around and changes her mind? Good thing she did, though. It’ll keep her from freaking out when it happens.
Okay, I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to write anymore. More tomorrow.
