No, let’s make that rip-roaring pissed off. See, I’m a fairly mild-mannered person. I tend to live by “live and let live.” Things will anger me (see last election cycle and the whole anti-gay marriage thing, that really makes my blood boil), but I tend to leave it to yelling at the TV and stupid drivers. But now something has happened that has left me pissed to the point of silence. I can’t actually form a coherent sentence I’m so angry, so bear with me here.
The day before Thanksgiving last year I was in a car accident. If there was ever an accident to be in where you would be in no way responsible, this was the accident. A friend and I went out to finish making the XMAS presents we were making for the grandparents: ceramic plates with our kids’ hand and footprints on them. On the way home we stopped at a brewpub for a beer and food. We were there for about an hour and a half…on the way out we saw several police cars and laughed that the cops were at a brewpub for their break. As we left the parking lot, where there was a stoplight, a silver jeep went sliding through a red light, almost nailing the car in front of us that was turning. See where this is going? We turn the corner and get caught by the next light. As we are waiting there, WHAM! The fucker in the jeep slams into the back of my minivan. Thank GOD he sorta stopped at that other light or he woulda hit us a lot faster and a lot harder. And Thank GOD our kids weren’t in the van. And Thank GOD that I wasn’t in my little Saturn, or it woulda been totaled and she and I would have been a LOT more injured.
So here’s where it gets interesting. My friend gets on her cell (thank GOD she was still fairly clear headed) and calls 911. As she is on the phone with dispatch (and this is where my language goes downhill, so if you’re easily offended, you’ve been warned), the fucker TAKES OFF. We manage to get his license number to dispatch and that he was getting on the highway and which way. See how I say this this is the kind of “ideal” accident where you’re in no way at fault? Ok, so now we’re in the middle of the street, it’s 10:30 at night, no one else knows we’ve been hit, other cars are honking, so I drive back to the brewpub where the cops were and flag one down. These cops had just gotten our call from dispatch, so one set stayed with us and got our info, and the other goes after the jackass fucker who hit us. They got him within a half hour.
He was arrested and charged with DUI, DUI per se (whatever that is), reckless driving, leaving the scene of an accident, and no proof of insurance. Goodie goodie gumdrops. And now it gets even more interesting. He’s a car salesman. How does he not have car insurance? Even MORE interesting. This jackass fucker of fuckerness has plead not guilty. AND I HAVE BEEN FUCKING SUBPOENAED TO TESTIFY IN A FUCKING JURY TRIAL. Uh-huh. I’m going to have to call in about a dozen favors for someone to watch my kids. And if my friend has to testify too, she has to come in from Phoenix, ’cause she just moved there. See how much fun this is?
So someone explain this to me. How is someone who is so obviously fucking guilty able to do this? Am I that naive? Am I that honest? I must be; I tell cashiers when they overcharge me. I am so pissed. I knew this was coming, I got a letter a couple of weeks ago that this might happen, but shit, you gotta be kidding me. I was in NO WAY responsible for this and this fucker has plead not guilty. My van was in the shop for over a week being repaired; the entire bumper had to be replaced. I had whiplash and am still seeing my chiropractor for it. I spent Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, on the fucking couch with an ice pack. All day, getting up only to pee. I couldn’t turn my head.
So, needless to say, I am royally fucking pissed off. He’s not getting away with anything. This.Is.Wrong.
So how is your weekend?