My boyfriend just spent the last thirty minutes whining to me about all the expenses he's currently encurred. Well, it's a long story there. The boy is definately allowed to bitch. See, he was in a car accident recently, and he totaled the car that his parents just finished paying off. The car was supposed to be a grad present for doing so damn good in high school and college. Yup, that's my straight-A man, and I love to brag.
Anyway, I feel kind of guilty about the accident. It happened like this:
I had a show a few weeks ago way out in Loudon County, about an hour drive from the area Ted and I live in. The morning of these puppet shows I got violently ill. (WARNING: NEVER eat McDonald's late night window. I got nasty food poisoning from those damn chicken McNuggets.
) So anyhooz, I had to do a puppet show for all these kids, and it wasn't as if I could say, "excuse me boys and girls but there will be no show today because yours truly has to go stick her head in a toilet." It's quite simple really, I had to throw everything up before I went up on stage. However, it was a horrifying ordeal, and I was so totally dehydrated and nauseus after all was said and done. Naturally, I begged Ted to come and pick me up from the gig.
So after he gets seriously lost on his way there, he finally makes it. Of course at this point, I start feeling better. No matter, he's a sweetie, so he'll drive me back to pick up my car from my employer's house. He drops me off, he leaves, but he doesn't really know where he's going. I'm in hot pursuit. But when I approach the intersection down the street from where I had my car, there is glass and crumpled metal everywhere.
My boy, Ted, got hit by a PT Cruiser, driver side. She was probably speeding, but no matter, it was still his fault. He was making a right turn at a stop sign, but he didn't know the area well enough to know that he has to pull up waaaaayyy beyond the stop sign to see the remainder of oncoming traffic. Loudon County doesn't do jack about maintaining their roads or cutting back overgrown trees, so a bunch of evergreens were totally blocking his view.
She hit him so hard, his civic landed on landscape rocks the opposite side of the road. The PT Cruiser had gone up a neighbor's steep, grassy hill and rolled all the way back down onto the sidewalk. Miraculously, everyone was ok, but since then, it has just been one nightmare after another.
Ted was charged with reckless driving, although he wasn't drunk, and he wasn't speeding. The cop said it was some bullshit VA law about how he can't charge him with anything less. But he assured Ted (yeah right, like he's going to remember my boyfriend two months after the accident) that when he goes to court, he will try to get the charge lowered to improper driving.
So now he has to go to court. All because my stupid ass stomach couldn't handle a couple of chicken mcnuggets. I'm so considering going vegetarian.
I think to be honest however, this whole reckless driving thing was age discrimination. If he was 50, I don't believe he would have gotten anything except a failure to yield to right of way charge.
They made a point to ask him his age, as if that fucking mattered.
The woman who hit Ted appeared to be pretty smug after the whole incident. I bet she was glad he got charged with reckless driving. I bet the cop was pressured into giving Ted that charge by the woman. She wouldn't stop screaming at my boy. "You know what lady, I happen to know for a fact you could SEE my boyfriend from your point of view. Why didn't you slow down?" If she had braked, maybe their cars wouldn't have been as smashed up. She probably wasn't even looking at the road. She had a car full of children, probably one of them distracted her. Anyhow, it's not like anybody reading this cares, but I wanted to vent.
Anyway, I feel kind of guilty about the accident. It happened like this:
I had a show a few weeks ago way out in Loudon County, about an hour drive from the area Ted and I live in. The morning of these puppet shows I got violently ill. (WARNING: NEVER eat McDonald's late night window. I got nasty food poisoning from those damn chicken McNuggets.
) So anyhooz, I had to do a puppet show for all these kids, and it wasn't as if I could say, "excuse me boys and girls but there will be no show today because yours truly has to go stick her head in a toilet." It's quite simple really, I had to throw everything up before I went up on stage. However, it was a horrifying ordeal, and I was so totally dehydrated and nauseus after all was said and done. Naturally, I begged Ted to come and pick me up from the gig.
So after he gets seriously lost on his way there, he finally makes it. Of course at this point, I start feeling better. No matter, he's a sweetie, so he'll drive me back to pick up my car from my employer's house. He drops me off, he leaves, but he doesn't really know where he's going. I'm in hot pursuit. But when I approach the intersection down the street from where I had my car, there is glass and crumpled metal everywhere.
My boy, Ted, got hit by a PT Cruiser, driver side. She was probably speeding, but no matter, it was still his fault. He was making a right turn at a stop sign, but he didn't know the area well enough to know that he has to pull up waaaaayyy beyond the stop sign to see the remainder of oncoming traffic. Loudon County doesn't do jack about maintaining their roads or cutting back overgrown trees, so a bunch of evergreens were totally blocking his view.
She hit him so hard, his civic landed on landscape rocks the opposite side of the road. The PT Cruiser had gone up a neighbor's steep, grassy hill and rolled all the way back down onto the sidewalk. Miraculously, everyone was ok, but since then, it has just been one nightmare after another.
Ted was charged with reckless driving, although he wasn't drunk, and he wasn't speeding. The cop said it was some bullshit VA law about how he can't charge him with anything less. But he assured Ted (yeah right, like he's going to remember my boyfriend two months after the accident) that when he goes to court, he will try to get the charge lowered to improper driving.
So now he has to go to court. All because my stupid ass stomach couldn't handle a couple of chicken mcnuggets. I'm so considering going vegetarian.
I think to be honest however, this whole reckless driving thing was age discrimination. If he was 50, I don't believe he would have gotten anything except a failure to yield to right of way charge.
They made a point to ask him his age, as if that fucking mattered.
The woman who hit Ted appeared to be pretty smug after the whole incident. I bet she was glad he got charged with reckless driving. I bet the cop was pressured into giving Ted that charge by the woman. She wouldn't stop screaming at my boy. "You know what lady, I happen to know for a fact you could SEE my boyfriend from your point of view. Why didn't you slow down?" If she had braked, maybe their cars wouldn't have been as smashed up. She probably wasn't even looking at the road. She had a car full of children, probably one of them distracted her. Anyhow, it's not like anybody reading this cares, but I wanted to vent.