I haven't had one in about 20 years or more. And this one was about the lamest one I've ever heard of. I was coming out of the grocery store parking lot, I turned left onto the cross street and there was a minivan in the lane accross the street waiting to go. As I drove past the guy he simply drove right into me, plowing and scraping my passenger side with his front bumper. I was doing maybe 10 km/hr (as I'd just turned to get going) and he was likely doing less than that (because he was starting from a dead stop).
I have no idea how he didn't see me, but as it turns out it was a really old guy, looked to be in his late 70's or older, and he had on a pair of massively big dark shades that fit over his regular glasses. He said the sun was in his eyes and he "didn't see me".
Good thing it wasn't a couple of kids walking past instead of my car I guess.
I called my mom to tell her what happened, how the old guy screwed up the side of my car. She screamed 'You're movin' in with your uncle and auntie in Belair.' I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought "nah forget it, yo, homes, to Belair." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo homes, smell ya later." Looking at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
I have no idea how he didn't see me, but as it turns out it was a really old guy, looked to be in his late 70's or older, and he had on a pair of massively big dark shades that fit over his regular glasses. He said the sun was in his eyes and he "didn't see me".
Good thing it wasn't a couple of kids walking past instead of my car I guess.
I called my mom to tell her what happened, how the old guy screwed up the side of my car. She screamed 'You're movin' in with your uncle and auntie in Belair.' I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought "nah forget it, yo, homes, to Belair." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo homes, smell ya later." Looking at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
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