And now the collision center has lost the key to my vehicle. Like this wasn't traumatic enough... but to add another dash of stupid.
...you win, universe. I fucking quit.
...you win, universe. I fucking quit.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Don't Tread on Me...Bitch
Tonight I understand why people become Republicans. Tonight... just a little bit...I believe the worst in humanity.
It's ironic, because earlier this month my friend Angie relayed what - at the time -- was a story about the worst human on the planet. Angie was at the drug store, started to back out of her parking spot, and accidentally tapped someone. This happens. We're human. We fuck up.
She exited her car, saw it was a minor dent, exchanged information, and mentioned to the "hittee" that she had a $500 deductible -- so if the damage was under that, please let her know because she rather pay cash than report the fender-scuff to her insurance company. Does this sound reasonable? Because it sounded reasonable to me.
And then -- if you're a pessimist, you may be able to guess what happened, but I personally (and perhaps naively) had a hard time with it -- the hittee not only reported the accident, but claimed that Angie hit her so hard that she had medical injuries and was forced to go to the hospital. The hittee claimed that Angie hit her so hard that not only was there rear damage to the car, but front end damage because the car collided with a pole due to the severe impact. And (AND!) the four handicapped children in the car also suffered physical injuries and were forced to go to the emergency room.
Luckily there was a camera in the CVS parking lot that caught the whole thing -- including the empty car sans handicap children (but I'm sure you'll agree that was a nice touch).
I was somewhat horrified at this story and the fact that a person would so blatantly take advantage of another. And I assumed that it was rare -- the 1% of the moral society in which people are motivated by fear and not love. Until today.
On Monday, the dumbest person in the Golden State decided to make a right turn from the center lane, (a move which my friend Melissa has affectionately dubbed, "the San Diego right." As compared to "the Station Island left" -- the infamous move in which the left turner preemptively takes off to the squeal of tires when the light turns immediately green) and promptly caused over $3,500 in damages to my car.
Obvious to most, turning right from a non-turn lane is illegal. So the hitter in my case lied to her insurance company -- saying, among other things, that the accident did not even take place at the original intersection. ...I mean, to give her credit, it's a very creative story. Untrue, but creative. The end result was that I was liable. And, while the merits are in dispute....and who knows how long this could take...I am out a deductible in which I cannot afford for an accident for which I am not at fault. Not to mention, I'm now driving around with PTSD sensitivities in a rental vehicle the size of a UPS truck. The whole thing sucks. I mean, yeah, in perspective...it's not religious persecution or heart disease...but the fact that I did everything right and now I'm getting fucked...it's a bitter pill to swallow.
So I suppose my point is this: 1) while karma is a lovely concept, it won't cut me a check to meet my deductible; 2) my faith in humanity...the West Coast hippie-dippie, silver-lining, "I'm sure she's just acting out of fear," scarcity v. abundance mentality...yeah, that was just shot in the face at point blank range; and 3) I'm gonna need the number for that Republican accountant I dated over the winter...because the "I want mine" mantra is beginning to sound a little wiser this evening.
It's ironic, because earlier this month my friend Angie relayed what - at the time -- was a story about the worst human on the planet. Angie was at the drug store, started to back out of her parking spot, and accidentally tapped someone. This happens. We're human. We fuck up.
She exited her car, saw it was a minor dent, exchanged information, and mentioned to the "hittee" that she had a $500 deductible -- so if the damage was under that, please let her know because she rather pay cash than report the fender-scuff to her insurance company. Does this sound reasonable? Because it sounded reasonable to me.
And then -- if you're a pessimist, you may be able to guess what happened, but I personally (and perhaps naively) had a hard time with it -- the hittee not only reported the accident, but claimed that Angie hit her so hard that she had medical injuries and was forced to go to the hospital. The hittee claimed that Angie hit her so hard that not only was there rear damage to the car, but front end damage because the car collided with a pole due to the severe impact. And (AND!) the four handicapped children in the car also suffered physical injuries and were forced to go to the emergency room.
Luckily there was a camera in the CVS parking lot that caught the whole thing -- including the empty car sans handicap children (but I'm sure you'll agree that was a nice touch).
I was somewhat horrified at this story and the fact that a person would so blatantly take advantage of another. And I assumed that it was rare -- the 1% of the moral society in which people are motivated by fear and not love. Until today.
On Monday, the dumbest person in the Golden State decided to make a right turn from the center lane, (a move which my friend Melissa has affectionately dubbed, "the San Diego right." As compared to "the Station Island left" -- the infamous move in which the left turner preemptively takes off to the squeal of tires when the light turns immediately green) and promptly caused over $3,500 in damages to my car.
Obvious to most, turning right from a non-turn lane is illegal. So the hitter in my case lied to her insurance company -- saying, among other things, that the accident did not even take place at the original intersection. ...I mean, to give her credit, it's a very creative story. Untrue, but creative. The end result was that I was liable. And, while the merits are in dispute....and who knows how long this could take...I am out a deductible in which I cannot afford for an accident for which I am not at fault. Not to mention, I'm now driving around with PTSD sensitivities in a rental vehicle the size of a UPS truck. The whole thing sucks. I mean, yeah, in perspective...it's not religious persecution or heart disease...but the fact that I did everything right and now I'm getting fucked...it's a bitter pill to swallow.
So I suppose my point is this: 1) while karma is a lovely concept, it won't cut me a check to meet my deductible; 2) my faith in humanity...the West Coast hippie-dippie, silver-lining, "I'm sure she's just acting out of fear," scarcity v. abundance mentality...yeah, that was just shot in the face at point blank range; and 3) I'm gonna need the number for that Republican accountant I dated over the winter...because the "I want mine" mantra is beginning to sound a little wiser this evening.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Sexy
I wish someone would bring sexy back. Sometimes I miss sexy so much that I can't sleep at night. ...it's so sad.
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