Today was the best fuckin’ day ever. Oh man, do I have the best luck in the world. I was so happy that my rear bumper was going to be fixed next week, and some asshole just had to ruin it for me. I mean seriously, does my car send off some kind of signal that tells everyone to go ahead and mess up my car? Is it screaming, “HIT ME! HIT ME!” without me knowing about it? Or is it just that I can never own a nice vehicle? I was in yet another accident today.

I was on my way to the library when it happened. I had just finished taking my boyfriend some breakfast and made my way past HEB to go to the library. I didn’t even make it that far before some idiot ran a stop sign and practically bulldozed me. He was going really fast and I didn’t see that he ran the stop sign until it was too late. I slammed on my brakes and tried to turn the car at an angle so the impact wouldn’t be too bad. He hit me on the driver side, but the impact had been lessened due to the fact that I had turned the car towards the right at the last second. He ended up hitting my fender instead of the door panel, for which I am thankful. Still, the damage was substantial and it will probably cost close to $1000 to repair. After the impact, I tried to get out of the car, only to realize that the door wouldn’t open. I became frantic trying to get out of the car and almost had a panic attack. Then a moment of clarity came and I climbed out through the passenger side.

I called the police immediately, and I prayed that this guy had insurance on him. The lady that hit me the last time didn’t, and I ended up having to foot the bill for the repairs. It turned out that he did, and the police officer gave him a ticket for failure to give right of way at a stop sign. He claimed that he did stop, but he will have to go to court and prove his case. It will be difficult for him because if he truly did stop, then how did he manage to hit me with that much force? He managed to toss me around in my car, and my shoulder hit the door panel pretty hard. It’s actually pretty stiff now, although I hate to admit it. I was hoping it would go away, but it hasn’t. Oh well, if I happen to need therapy for it, his insurance is going to have to pay up. I also got a bruise on my right leg, but that was to be expected. I bruise easily.

I will admit that I cried (a lot). More out of anger than anything. I just couldn’t believe my shitty luck! How many times is my car going to get mutilated? He messed up my rims too, and they were freakin’ expensive. The insurance won’t cover that, either. I have to pick up the accident report on Friday and then deal with the insurance company all over again. Thankfully I won’t have to deal with mine. They’re a bunch of bastards anyway.

On the bright side, I got some good news today. The transfer I had requested was approved. I have only one more week left at my current store and then I’m outta there! I couldn’t be more relieved.

 Filed under: Bitching and Moaning on February 28, 2007 | COMMENT