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fenrisranger) wrote2008-01-15 10:26 pm
fenrisranger) wrote2008-01-15 10:26 pm
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So. I was driving to the gym. This I do every day. Was planning on watching House down there whilst on the treadmill (curse you, American Idol--the TV guide keeps saying that the new House is going to be on week after week and it never is).
But then I got sidetracked a bit. When somebody turned onto the road I was driving straight on. And, you know, skipped the turn lane.
So I suppose what I mean to say is that he turned into my car.
Yeah.
Even though it just busted up (read: shattered) the hubcap on the front driver's side, I was pretty sure I was going to either puke or start crying there for a bit. More so when everything was on the way to being straightened out and then the cop comes back and tells me that something's wrong with both the registration and license plates on my car (as in, somehow neither of them had our name on them--my dad's looking into it, because we've got the papers that say they should) and that she's not ticketing me, but that if she did, it would be at least three tickets and more than a thousand in fines. (Which, as I've mentioned lately, we can't afford.)Didn't stop me from noticing that she was pretty hot, though. I think cops just generally are. It's something to do with the gun, because a woman packing heat has an allure that nobody can deny.
The whole system's a bit confusing, though. Since it's only minor damage that we can tell (I'm going to need a new hubcap and a realignment, but beyond a few scratches, that's about it that we could see--on the side of the road at night, however, so tomorrow things might be different, but since I drove it home with no problem beyond slightly more rightward veering than necessary, I doubt it's any more than that), there's no official report, but some kind of temporary one that only stays around for a week in the police department. Meaning everything's got to get done really fast, because there's no permanent record at this point. And the whole registration thing. The car was under "Enterprise", which makes v. little sense, as we bought it from a person (mum says that the seller must be running some kind of schemey deal thing, because she got it from the online shop/swap list at her work--meaning he's an employee of her school district--and the guy is constantly listing cars like he's working with a company or something). Plus, ermwhat? about the plates--I initially thought that they were from my mum's car when she told me the make that they were registered to, but even that's not right.
Idk. Dad's going to straighten it all out, which is good. It was pretty obviously his fault, as I was, you know, driving the speed limit down a straight road; even the cop said so, though her judgment doesn't actually mean anything because of the whole non-official report thing, so it shouldn't be too hard to get fixed up.
So that saga took about 40 minutes or so. Much of which spent standing around in the cold (it's not as bad as it was a few days ago, but still a couple of degrees below freezing) -- and to think that I almost just grabbed my jacket instead of my big coat. Went to the gym after like I'd planned, but ended up cutting my workout a bit short so the familia wouldn't freak about my being gone almost twice as long as usual. Still sort of, idk . . . shaken, but the workout helped with that.
I was planning on driving to school tomorrow, as it's an early/shortened day, which means that because of the schedule swapping around, I get to leave (about the same amount of time as usual before everybody else, but proportionally, as the classes are shorter) earlier than usual. Plus, I've got to drive to dad's school to help him with the volleyball team we're coaching (that I drove all the way out to do and hung around outside for a good 30 minutes on Monday only to find out that my idiot school didn't bother to pass on the message that it was canceled because Dad had to take Tyler to another doctor appointment).
Not so eager to now. Not even because OMGACCIDENT, but what happens if something goes wrong and I get pulled over or whatever and this time they do decide to ticket me for all this stuff that we've yet to figure out? We seriously can't afford that. Plus, should I even be driving that thing until it's inspected? It's not like I have much choice, because Dad can't do the volleyball by himself, especially considering that he's got both teams instead of the one we usually share (the other one of younger kids being taken by a different teacher). Gah.
But then I got sidetracked a bit. When somebody turned onto the road I was driving straight on. And, you know, skipped the turn lane.
So I suppose what I mean to say is that he turned into my car.
Yeah.
Even though it just busted up (read: shattered) the hubcap on the front driver's side, I was pretty sure I was going to either puke or start crying there for a bit. More so when everything was on the way to being straightened out and then the cop comes back and tells me that something's wrong with both the registration and license plates on my car (as in, somehow neither of them had our name on them--my dad's looking into it, because we've got the papers that say they should) and that she's not ticketing me, but that if she did, it would be at least three tickets and more than a thousand in fines. (Which, as I've mentioned lately, we can't afford.)
The whole system's a bit confusing, though. Since it's only minor damage that we can tell (I'm going to need a new hubcap and a realignment, but beyond a few scratches, that's about it that we could see--on the side of the road at night, however, so tomorrow things might be different, but since I drove it home with no problem beyond slightly more rightward veering than necessary, I doubt it's any more than that), there's no official report, but some kind of temporary one that only stays around for a week in the police department. Meaning everything's got to get done really fast, because there's no permanent record at this point. And the whole registration thing. The car was under "Enterprise", which makes v. little sense, as we bought it from a person (mum says that the seller must be running some kind of schemey deal thing, because she got it from the online shop/swap list at her work--meaning he's an employee of her school district--and the guy is constantly listing cars like he's working with a company or something). Plus, ermwhat? about the plates--I initially thought that they were from my mum's car when she told me the make that they were registered to, but even that's not right.
Idk. Dad's going to straighten it all out, which is good. It was pretty obviously his fault, as I was, you know, driving the speed limit down a straight road; even the cop said so, though her judgment doesn't actually mean anything because of the whole non-official report thing, so it shouldn't be too hard to get fixed up.
So that saga took about 40 minutes or so. Much of which spent standing around in the cold (it's not as bad as it was a few days ago, but still a couple of degrees below freezing) -- and to think that I almost just grabbed my jacket instead of my big coat. Went to the gym after like I'd planned, but ended up cutting my workout a bit short so the familia wouldn't freak about my being gone almost twice as long as usual. Still sort of, idk . . . shaken, but the workout helped with that.
I was planning on driving to school tomorrow, as it's an early/shortened day, which means that because of the schedule swapping around, I get to leave (about the same amount of time as usual before everybody else, but proportionally, as the classes are shorter) earlier than usual. Plus, I've got to drive to dad's school to help him with the volleyball team we're coaching (that I drove all the way out to do and hung around outside for a good 30 minutes on Monday only to find out that my idiot school didn't bother to pass on the message that it was canceled because Dad had to take Tyler to another doctor appointment).
Not so eager to now. Not even because OMGACCIDENT, but what happens if something goes wrong and I get pulled over or whatever and this time they do decide to ticket me for all this stuff that we've yet to figure out? We seriously can't afford that. Plus, should I even be driving that thing until it's inspected? It's not like I have much choice, because Dad can't do the volleyball by himself, especially considering that he's got both teams instead of the one we usually share (the other one of younger kids being taken by a different teacher). Gah.
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No, shizzle. I hope that guy has to pay for it. Even I know that was stupid, and I'm the learner with the "fight or flight" response that's weighted heavily toward flight. Previously known as the learner who pulled out in front of a truck.
I'm sort of glad that you didn't actually nearly die, though. I wouldn't have forgiven you for that.
Didn't stop me from noticing that she was pretty hot, though. I think cops just generally are. It's something to do with the gun, because a woman packing heat has an allure that nobody can deny.
I second this.
Also, you know how sometimes your hormones get the better of you on their ever-spinning cycle, and you find yourself... how shall I put this... all hot and bothered (in your pants) by the slightest little
thingmental image? WELL THANK YOU VERY MUCH. >>:\PS. This icon is too damned appropriate sometimes, lol.
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I'm glad you're okay, though :)
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She got a failure to yield. We had bought our car 44 hours before and were going to get it licensed and renew insurance. That's right, we got TWO tickets (and it turned out that we didn't know in MO you can use the plates from your old car and it was a BLOCK away, but since it was illegal in CA where DH is from... yeah). The little old lady didn't get hurt, despite rolling down a hill. Both vehicles were totaled. Our brand new van.
Then, when we FINALLY got the check so we could replace it (a couple months before I had Lilly--my prenatal care was screwed up because of it, having to beg rides from people), we put the old plates on our new van and some dick cop gave us a ticket! (I was so mad I stormed out of the van, cussing him out and stalked down the street). The cop asked DH if I was okay and he snapped at his first ever police officer "No, she's not okay! She's 9 months pregnant and we don't deserve this ticket! We didn't do anything wrong!" He lost all faith in police that day, which was sad. But we'd been told by the police and the judge that we could do that. That ticket, however, was canceled because, as we said, we did nothing wrong.
I hope you feel better! Even a little bump can be terrifying!