I got in a car accident today. A great start to the year.
My little brother had a check-up at the dentist's office, because he had some weird metal apparatus attached to his braces. My other little brother, as you might remember, had a huge chunk of his tooth knocked out by a BB last week, so we were hoping that the dentist would take a look at his mouth really quick as well. I came along because my youngest brother had basketball practice a little later on in the day, so as soon as his dental work was done, I was to drive him to practice and my mom was gonna stay with my the older one while the dentist finished up with him.
Well, when we got to the office and showed the dentist the hole in my brother's mouth, he said that this trumped my other brother's check-up and that they'd re-schedule him later in the week. With no reason to be there anymore, by brother and I left and went home. We stopped by the Subway on 228th and 44th, where I was disappointed to find that they didn't have any veggie-max patties. I had to settle for a veggie sub, which isn't so bad, as far as runners-up are concerned.
So my brother and I headed north on 44th and drove up the windy hill that turns 44th into 164th. We're in the innermost of two eastbound lanes, getting ready to make a left turn onto 36th. I noticed that the right lane was backed up to Spruce Way, at least. Before we're able to get into the turn lane, though, we're struck on the rear passenger side of the car by a forest green Nissan Altima, sending my brother and I spinning out of control into the suicide lane. I screeched the car to a halt, and I remember looking out through the windshield and being able to see the sides of cars in the lane next to me. One driver, a balding, bespectacled man (who, to the best of my recollection, looked a little like Larry David) appeared to show a little bit of concern as he drove off. It was right around then that I began to hear the air deflating from the rear tire on the passenger side, and I thought to myself, "Aw, shit." Some people let me through as I drove into the parking lot of the Evergreen Fire & Safety store.
As I got out of the car to assess the damage, a car pulled into the parking lot to see if we were okay, which was nice. A rather attractive young blond-haired lady leaned her head out the window and asked if we needed any help with anything, and I told her we were fine. To be honest, if there wasn't a dude behind the wheel, I might have asked her to stay and at least act as a witness (because you never know where things might have gone from there, you know), but with circumstances as they were, we were fine on our own. They drove off and I walked around to the other side of the car to check out how bad things were. The rear door was dented in pretty bad, and it didn't look like it'd ever open again. On the bright side, though, the front license plate of the car that hit us was embedded in our rear tire, so even if they ran away from the accident, we'd know where to find them.
As it turns out, the driver of the other car had pulled into an apartment complex across the street and was waiting for me there. Her car didn't appear to be damaged at all. She did, however, seem a little frantic as she got back in her car and parked it across the street from me, in front of the teriyaki restaurant. I, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm. Cold, but calm. When it seemed apparent to us that the girl wasn't going to get out of her car again, we crossed the road and knocked on her window. The girl was fuckin' crying. She opened up the car door and apologized right away, and said that she'd never been in a car accident before. I was glad she apologized; she knew it was her fault.
See, what had happened was, I guess she was trying to make a left onto 164th from her apartment building, but like I said, the near lane was all backed up. Someone was kind enough to let her in, but her visibility was blocked by the car who let her in. Right as she pulled out, I happened to be driving by in the inside lane. Bam.
She got on the horn and called the cops, we exchanged information, and my brother and I waited out in the cold for 20 minutes until a burly deputy pulled up and settled shit out. Both of us told our own side of the story, and he told her what we already knew. It was fuckin' freezing out.
That's all I really feel like saying about it right now. What with the commotion, I wasn't even able to enjoy my sandwich by the time I got around to eating it.
Peace.
My little brother had a check-up at the dentist's office, because he had some weird metal apparatus attached to his braces. My other little brother, as you might remember, had a huge chunk of his tooth knocked out by a BB last week, so we were hoping that the dentist would take a look at his mouth really quick as well. I came along because my youngest brother had basketball practice a little later on in the day, so as soon as his dental work was done, I was to drive him to practice and my mom was gonna stay with my the older one while the dentist finished up with him.
Well, when we got to the office and showed the dentist the hole in my brother's mouth, he said that this trumped my other brother's check-up and that they'd re-schedule him later in the week. With no reason to be there anymore, by brother and I left and went home. We stopped by the Subway on 228th and 44th, where I was disappointed to find that they didn't have any veggie-max patties. I had to settle for a veggie sub, which isn't so bad, as far as runners-up are concerned.
So my brother and I headed north on 44th and drove up the windy hill that turns 44th into 164th. We're in the innermost of two eastbound lanes, getting ready to make a left turn onto 36th. I noticed that the right lane was backed up to Spruce Way, at least. Before we're able to get into the turn lane, though, we're struck on the rear passenger side of the car by a forest green Nissan Altima, sending my brother and I spinning out of control into the suicide lane. I screeched the car to a halt, and I remember looking out through the windshield and being able to see the sides of cars in the lane next to me. One driver, a balding, bespectacled man (who, to the best of my recollection, looked a little like Larry David) appeared to show a little bit of concern as he drove off. It was right around then that I began to hear the air deflating from the rear tire on the passenger side, and I thought to myself, "Aw, shit." Some people let me through as I drove into the parking lot of the Evergreen Fire & Safety store.
As I got out of the car to assess the damage, a car pulled into the parking lot to see if we were okay, which was nice. A rather attractive young blond-haired lady leaned her head out the window and asked if we needed any help with anything, and I told her we were fine. To be honest, if there wasn't a dude behind the wheel, I might have asked her to stay and at least act as a witness (because you never know where things might have gone from there, you know), but with circumstances as they were, we were fine on our own. They drove off and I walked around to the other side of the car to check out how bad things were. The rear door was dented in pretty bad, and it didn't look like it'd ever open again. On the bright side, though, the front license plate of the car that hit us was embedded in our rear tire, so even if they ran away from the accident, we'd know where to find them.
As it turns out, the driver of the other car had pulled into an apartment complex across the street and was waiting for me there. Her car didn't appear to be damaged at all. She did, however, seem a little frantic as she got back in her car and parked it across the street from me, in front of the teriyaki restaurant. I, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm. Cold, but calm. When it seemed apparent to us that the girl wasn't going to get out of her car again, we crossed the road and knocked on her window. The girl was fuckin' crying. She opened up the car door and apologized right away, and said that she'd never been in a car accident before. I was glad she apologized; she knew it was her fault.
See, what had happened was, I guess she was trying to make a left onto 164th from her apartment building, but like I said, the near lane was all backed up. Someone was kind enough to let her in, but her visibility was blocked by the car who let her in. Right as she pulled out, I happened to be driving by in the inside lane. Bam.
She got on the horn and called the cops, we exchanged information, and my brother and I waited out in the cold for 20 minutes until a burly deputy pulled up and settled shit out. Both of us told our own side of the story, and he told her what we already knew. It was fuckin' freezing out.
That's all I really feel like saying about it right now. What with the commotion, I wasn't even able to enjoy my sandwich by the time I got around to eating it.
Peace.
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