But the universe once again misunderstood my intent. Go figure.
On Monday, we went to the County Clerk's office here to register the truck in my name. This was the FOURTH time we'd been there to try and do this. We FINALLY got it done, and all was well with the world. On our way back, we're driving down the highway and this blue Dodge Ram (keep that name in mind because it becomes important in a moment) pulls out and nearly hits us because they've got trashed heaped up on their 'Sorry About Your Penis-mobile of Death'. Thankfully they didn't hit us, and we're about a mile from home. We start going up the hill and we lose them a little bit (their stupid Ram is no match for my Chevy Colorado ha ha). Anyway, about 1/10th of a mile from our driveway, my husband puts on the blinker because like me he's thinking this idiot is going to try and pass us once they come down the hill. 1/10th of a mile is 528 feet by the way, which is well within the legal length of time required to put on a signal to show the intent to turn.
We start to turn into the driveway, and....
BANG!
The stupid little tweaker bitch rear ends us. She starts saying that my husband slammed on his brakes, but we can prove he didn't. I call 911 and we wait. There's not much damage to the truck thankfully:
Just major annoyance. Turns out the little bitch didn't even have insurance. Figures right? So she did get a few citations in addition to the no insurance thing. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from OUR insurance company about getting the bumper replaced. Hopefully that won't take too long.
On Monday, we went to the County Clerk's office here to register the truck in my name. This was the FOURTH time we'd been there to try and do this. We FINALLY got it done, and all was well with the world. On our way back, we're driving down the highway and this blue Dodge Ram (keep that name in mind because it becomes important in a moment) pulls out and nearly hits us because they've got trashed heaped up on their 'Sorry About Your Penis-mobile of Death'. Thankfully they didn't hit us, and we're about a mile from home. We start going up the hill and we lose them a little bit (their stupid Ram is no match for my Chevy Colorado ha ha). Anyway, about 1/10th of a mile from our driveway, my husband puts on the blinker because like me he's thinking this idiot is going to try and pass us once they come down the hill. 1/10th of a mile is 528 feet by the way, which is well within the legal length of time required to put on a signal to show the intent to turn.
We start to turn into the driveway, and....
BANG!
The stupid little tweaker bitch rear ends us. She starts saying that my husband slammed on his brakes, but we can prove he didn't. I call 911 and we wait. There's not much damage to the truck thankfully:
Just major annoyance. Turns out the little bitch didn't even have insurance. Figures right? So she did get a few citations in addition to the no insurance thing. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from OUR insurance company about getting the bumper replaced. Hopefully that won't take too long.
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