Anyway, I drove in Wednesday so that I could take a midday foray to my favorite bike shop. (Actually, Tim drove my car to said funland, as he is under the general opinion that I suck at the driving....) As we were returning to school in the tunnel that goes RIGHT UNDER the city, a guy in a huge, nice pickup truck started to push his way into our lane. Where my car was. As we were there first, and had no way of making ourselves and vehicle vaporize so that his much nicer truck could occupy our space, Tim lay on the horn in a very Boston-esque fashion. The man next door (instead of apologizing profusely for nearly bring a swift end to our mortal probations) rolled down his window, screamed obscenities at us, gave us the bird, and continued forcing his way into our lane. Tim stubbornly refused to will our car out of existence, and Sir D-bag*, while looking me straight in the eye, hit my car. I tried to get his licence number, but he backed off and took an exit before I could. The joke is on him. I'm going to get rid of this scrap of metal before the year ends, and his huge, nice truck will probably cost hundreds of dollars to fix.
Remember that story I was telling you about meter parking? Hypothetically, if one were to get an upsetting phone call regarding her ICU-ridden grandmother and needed to gather herself in the ladies chamber for a couple minutes, and arrived to move her car just a couple minutes too late, the following just might be waiting for her:
Of course, two of those violations are for the same offense (expired sticker... dont' worry Mom, I did it online and need to put the new sticker on). Have I mentioned that I'm getting rid of my car?P.S. Granny dearest is a-ok for now, as the doctors were able to electrocute her heart into beating again...
*Mom: D-bag means "dirtbag"
*Karen: ask Zack what it really means
7 comments:
laura, I'm glad you had that nice, peaceful vacation in Moab before all this awfulness. I'm so sorry about all this misfortune. Hope things get better soon.
P.S. That car really does need to go though.
Why would you ever make such an assumption that Zack knew what that potty phrase meant?! I asked him and he just looked at me innocently and blinked a few times...and then he laughed really hard for like five minutes. *sigh* I'm sorry you were hit, but I'm glad you're safe. There is no where on earth that horns are honked more than on the east coast. For good reason.
Are you selling your car? I bid two bits. And two bits and two bits. I think that brings the bidding up to the Kelly Blue-book value ($0.75). Which is a generous offer, given that hideous gouge on the side and the fact that some psychopath may be on the lookout for more revenge for not pulling out of his Rightful Lane.
I think you need to borrow my handicap sticker! Parking is just so much easier ( you don't have to move your car!), although you might have a hard time getting Karen to give up my extra sticker. You willjust have to have a dual or something!
You should check into finding a video on that incident. I'm SURE there are cameras set up in those tunnels. REALLY, FIND THAT JERK AND MAKE HIM PAY! WHAT is WRONG with people! Aren't we SO BLESSED to have been born with DIGNITY and a CONSCIENCE! THANK HEAVEN you guys are ok!
What a jerk! I would have gone crazy with anger and would certainly have rolled down my windows and shot out his tires.
(Of course...I'd have to own a gun to do that and I won't ever, so a girl can only dream of such perfect revenge on road tyrants like that).
Good for you for selling your car! If you ever need a ride some place the T won't take you, please let me know. Somehow I got the good fortune of a driveway at my new place or residence (I know, something unheard of in our neck-of-the-woods, but I am for real). Also I am most certainly not going to live in MA long enough to merit selling my car...so it stays for now, and I'm happy to help transport when transportation is required. ;)
Is it time to move back to Utah?
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