Today I was in an accident. More accurately my car was in an accident. I was working on a job site and I heard a crunch, but thought nothing of it. The guy that I was working with said, "Hey, I think someone just hit your car." Sure enough, they did. My car was just parked in the lot minding its own business. The job that I am working on is an addition to an existing fitness center. I guess the lady was done working out and then she was in a hurry to leave. She was parked next to my car (there were no other cars around) and she cranked the wheel too hard and smashed the passenger side of her suburban into my little teal escort. I was proud of the escort. It only sustained a little bit of damage. The turn signal light is now cracked and there are some scratches on the bumper. The passenger door of the suburban got worked. It was all dented in. The lady that hit my car was very nice. She was very apologetic. She went in to the fitness center to get her husband, who was also working out, to back the suburban up so that the damage could be assessed. He was furious. He threw things and swore a lot. She said that she just got her car out of the shop last week, but it wasn't her fault. So, the police came and everything was fine. They are probably going to fix the damage without making an insurance claim. I think that I am just a little bit too laid back for things like this to happen to me. I end up getting screwed more often than I should. I don't even care about the scratches. I plan on driving the car until I have to pay someone to take it away so I dont need to keep up the resale value. I do want to get the light fixed because I know that the chipped part will fall apart next year right before I have to get an inspection and I will end up paying for it out of my own pocket so that I can renew my registration. That is how things work for me. I should mention that a few months ago I had my other car at a different job site and it was hit also. That one was a lot more serious. One of the windows got broken and the whole side was scratched up. Whoever hit me that day didn't stick around to tell me. It was a hit and run and I ended up making a claim on my own insurance. So, the moral of the story is either: walk to work, people drive crazy after they work out or, park as far away as you can from other vehicles.
On a lighter side a friend of mine pointed me to a great website today. I think that the prices are a little steep but the tees sure are funny. You should click on each tee and see the funny blurb about it. I laughed out loud. Your retarded.
Bustedtees.com
Monday, December 13, 2004
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