Who's in favor of annual driver's license tests?
Well, it was yet another humdinger evening in the Gressel household. Miss Katie got in yet another auto accident; only this time it wasn’t her fault. She was backing out of a parking space at the mall and was just starting to drive away when a woman in a van parked across from her backed out of her spot and hit Katie’s car in the passenger’s door. She tried asking Katie if her husband could just fix it and we’d leave the insurance out of it – har, har, lady – but I have to admit that Katie handled it well. She told her that she’d have to call her Dad. Big Bad Bad. Big Bad Rad Dad - the co-owner of the car in question.
So I get there, and immediately the lady says the same thing to me. “Can I husband just fix it? He fixes cars.” Um...no. The Lovely Mrs. G. works for an attorney, and she’d have my nuts in a jar if I was to pull something stupid like that. I asked her if she had insurance and a license, which she did produce. (It’s a good thing, too – if she hadn’t, it would have been 9-1-1 time for us.) So I got her info, and we’ll call the insurance people and open a claim today. Dumb broad.
Katie’s car is a bucket of crap – a 91 Dodge Dynasty. She had a good car – my old Grand Am – which she totaled about a month after I gave it to her. So to make her a little bit humble for wrecking my formerly "nice" car, we bought her “Earl”, the piece-of-shit-mobile. Now Earl has a dent. Miss Katie is still on her intermediate license until she turns 18, so with a little luck the state won’t take her driver’s license away from her. (They told her after her last accident that she’d lose it if she had any more accidents or tickets, but this one clearly wasn’t her fault.) Poor kid - she may get screwed, even though she was only in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So we’ll see. I hate dealing with auto accidents – I was hurt pretty badly in one 10 years ago, and am still dealing with the pain from it. I know things like this happen, but for God’s sake – turn down the stereo, put out the cigarette, hang up the goddamn cell phone, put away the Big Mac and Fries, and try using your mirrors and turn signals every now and then, will you people? Oh, and maybe a little bit of common courtesy wouldn’t hurt, either.
There. That’s my rant for the morning. Now buckle up.
So I get there, and immediately the lady says the same thing to me. “Can I husband just fix it? He fixes cars.” Um...no. The Lovely Mrs. G. works for an attorney, and she’d have my nuts in a jar if I was to pull something stupid like that. I asked her if she had insurance and a license, which she did produce. (It’s a good thing, too – if she hadn’t, it would have been 9-1-1 time for us.) So I got her info, and we’ll call the insurance people and open a claim today. Dumb broad.
Katie’s car is a bucket of crap – a 91 Dodge Dynasty. She had a good car – my old Grand Am – which she totaled about a month after I gave it to her. So to make her a little bit humble for wrecking my formerly "nice" car, we bought her “Earl”, the piece-of-shit-mobile. Now Earl has a dent. Miss Katie is still on her intermediate license until she turns 18, so with a little luck the state won’t take her driver’s license away from her. (They told her after her last accident that she’d lose it if she had any more accidents or tickets, but this one clearly wasn’t her fault.) Poor kid - she may get screwed, even though she was only in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So we’ll see. I hate dealing with auto accidents – I was hurt pretty badly in one 10 years ago, and am still dealing with the pain from it. I know things like this happen, but for God’s sake – turn down the stereo, put out the cigarette, hang up the goddamn cell phone, put away the Big Mac and Fries, and try using your mirrors and turn signals every now and then, will you people? Oh, and maybe a little bit of common courtesy wouldn’t hurt, either.
There. That’s my rant for the morning. Now buckle up.
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