12:20 a.m. - 2004-11-10
Tawk to da hand.
I was so pissed off today...
First of all, I am so enjoying this bit of leisure. Going at my own pace and getting work done when I want. Not being exhausted. That's a good thing.
Anyway...like an idiot, I had forgotten to pick up my dry cleaning last week from the place near FUP. So...I schlepp in my car and drive half an hour to the dry cleaner, park the car, turn off the engine. The phone rings, I pick it up and it's Browneye. We chat for a minute and I notice this man yammering outside about something and it's directed at me.
I thought he was trying to pull out and that he wanted me to roll forward so that he could get out.
It turns out he's yelling at me because he says I backed into his truck.
I didn't even touch his fucking truck. I wasn't anywhere *near* his truck. He said I hit it so hard that I pushed it a few inches into the street.
Huh???
:::scratches head::::
I politely turned to him and said, "You must be mistaken. It wasn't me that hit you." and drove off.
I didn't even tap his bumper. I know where my ass is in that car (and it's a big ass)and how far I have to back up before tapping.
I dare an insurance person to call me. let them take a look at that car.
I really think that people look at what I drive and think they can gauge money from me. Browneye has the same problem when in that car. Meanwhile, it's got almost 160,000 miles on it, is 10 years old and has no heat.
Tawk to da hand.
