Here's the scenario. Rush hour, 5pm, Tuesday July 20.
|via Google Maps. Awesome illustration via Paint. I'm a whiz with technology.|
Hippie: Being stupid and hippie-like, not looking, probably blaming the Republicans for his stupid long hair, and expecting the world to revolve around his rusty-electric-moped-driving universe.
Sure the Focus has stopped to let him turn left across 3 lanes of traffic, but did I? NO! Didn't even see him...
"X" marks the flattened hippie spot.
Well, not really flattened. Impacted, yes. Shot forward about 12 feet, yes. Flattened not so much.
He surprisingly jumped right up, and immediately began blaming me for hitting him. He proclaimed he was "being cautious" and that "he was signaling". Even though he forgot the part where I had the RIGHT-OF-WAY. I handed him his shoe, and waited for the cops to come.
THANK GOD he didn't appear to be injured. Just a scrape on his hand, although I'm sure he'll be hella sore and bruised up tomorrow. I would have been horrified and irrevocably scarred if I had seriously injured him in any way, even if it was his fucking fault.
|Hippie ruins perfectly good plastic bumper.|
|Hippie Mobile, totally rusted out, now missing a fender. Which I'm pretty sure was previously being held on by a bungee cord anyway.|
And after 6 hours at work, cause NO ONE would come in and cover my shift... I finally got to go to the hospital to get checked out, after my head was POUNDING, my neck was STIFF and my back was ACHING. (no I swear I'm not a whiny baby)
|Hells yes, I was flashing people in my gown.|
|Vicodin. Hello old friend.|
The fucking best part?! His electric moped is NOT REQUIRED to have insurance on it. So he darts into traffic, basically as a "bicycle", and causes a traffic accident.
HE DAMAGED MY CAR, and my damn insurance has to pick up the bill.
MY NECK HURTS and I have to put in a claim.
Fair? FUCK NO. I should sue him in small claims court for any and all damages I have out of pocket. Not that I give a rats ass about my bumper scratches, but I should fix it just so he has to pay for it. Grrrrrrrrr!
What a wonderful world. Happy fucking Wednesday. Me and my Vicodin are going to bed now. Hmmmph!