I just hit a car with my car and made it go all denty.
I was taking a left out of the CVS parking lot at William Cannon and Manchaca, pulling around a truck stopped in the right lane, and struck a 2000 or so Nissan Altima in the right rear door and quarter panel doing about 10 MPH. The rear passenger side door was toast, and the rear quarter panel as well, but there was no apparent frame damage, and nobody’s air bag went off.
Still, this bitch pulls up in the parking lot moaning about her neck and her back hurt, got carried off in an ambulance and everything. Even the paramedics couldn’t help but smirk a little at the melodrama. I’ll eat my fucking left boot if that evil bitch was hurt. There’s no fucking way.
Shit
Shit
Shit
SHIT!
I’ve never hit anybody before.
This caps off a whole helluva fucking week.
Shit.
Fuck.
Goddammit.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
At least I have insurance.
And now my car makes some kinda thwack-thwack-some-moving-shit-is-hitting-some-non-moving-shit sound when the engine runs and the wheels are pointed to the left or better. So I gotta fix that before my car is usable again.
Fuck.
As soon as I dig myself out of one hole, I dig myself another.
Back to shoveling shit, I suppose.
