Hey, I can Blog about this!

So Sunday me and the Grrl are out at the Deerfoot Meadows mall, she at the Michaels and I at the Best buy and we head out to the truck to begin the journey home.

We get to the four-way stop and are waiting for the other cars to go their way and are STRUCK FROM BEHIND by some stupid freaking woman in a grey Buick. So hard was this collision that it sent our Ford Escape ten feet forward and into the intersection.

I shook off the initial shock and got out, inquiring loudly, and with many a “colourful metaphor” into what the hell was wrong with her. Was she blind? Stupid? Did she fail to understand the concept of the BIG RED HEXAGON with STOP written across it?

Then she starts to get snippy with me. “So do you want my information or what?” and “I don’t know why you’re so angry, I got the worst of it!”
Don’t you get snide with me “Sally,” or you’ll find out what real anger is.

So the upshot of this is that we have minimal bumper damage, but the front of her car is fucking destroyed, and my neck and shoulder hurt a bit.

For seventeen years I lived downtown, in the inner city, with more concentrated traffic than anywhere else in the city and I got ran into once when that retard Daniel Royer ran a stop-sign and hit the side of the Little Red Mazda.

In the last year, living in the sticks, two people (both women by the way) smash into us due to their own inattention and retarded stupidity.

I wonder what the next year will bring…