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funktagious) wrote2003-03-17 05:01 am
funktagious) wrote2003-03-17 05:01 am
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resurrection: the sequel!
Wow, so that whole journal resurrection thing went well, no?
Anyway, the car thing. I hit a car while backing out of my parking space at the movie theater, and somehow managed to not notice in the slightest! Either I am way more oblivious than I thought, or Viggo Mortensen is actually The Shadow, and my mind was temporarily clouded by his manliness.
So, I go home, completely unaware, and chill out in front of the computer. A half hour later, three Snohomish County Sheriffs are at the door. Clearly, they are expecting a bunch of wild and crazy drunk people (since, you know, it was New Year's Eve), but were very disappointed to find only a 17-year-old girl and her Yanni-listening mom.
They explained that my car had been reported in a hit-and-run accident, and that the person who called it in said they had tried to stop me by yelling at me (yes, yelling at me, at midnight, when it was only about 20 degrees out, and I had my windows up, and they were in a car with a horn that I might've actually been able to hear), but that I just drove away.
One of the cops is just going on and on and on about how they came here to arrest me (which I found out from the officer who took my statement a couple of days later was not true--thank you so much Officer Jerkface, for freaking me the fuck out), but since the damage to the other car was so minimal they wouldn't.
While I'm crying in the house because of Officer Jerkface's big fat lie, the other two cops were outside looking at my car. When they came back in, one of them said that there was nothing on my car to indicate that I had hit anything, and the said, "Can we go now? I have other things to investigate, like murders and drug dealers." This made me laugh, but Officer Jerkface was not pleased.
Apparently, Officer Jerkface sees me as some sort of criminal mastermind.
Finally, after one of the non-freaksome officers explained that the guy who was actually in charge of the case would call me and that I would have to go in and give a statement, they left.
I then spent the next three days being totally freaked out that Officer Jerkface was going to come back and arrest me, until the other officer called and I got everything straightened out.
I was then vindicated, because this guy told me he wasn't surprised I didn't notice hitting the other car. I drive a tank of a Volvo, and the damage was a three-inch long paint scratch, with almost no dent to it, about as far back on the car as it possibly could be.
Of course, even though the damage was hardly anything, I managed to cause it to a brand new Lexus! Because of my astounding ability to hunt down the most expensive things I can and damage them, the repairs ended up being $420.
I am the smartest criminal mastermind ever!
Now let's see if I can actually keep this up.
Anyway, the car thing. I hit a car while backing out of my parking space at the movie theater, and somehow managed to not notice in the slightest! Either I am way more oblivious than I thought, or Viggo Mortensen is actually The Shadow, and my mind was temporarily clouded by his manliness.
So, I go home, completely unaware, and chill out in front of the computer. A half hour later, three Snohomish County Sheriffs are at the door. Clearly, they are expecting a bunch of wild and crazy drunk people (since, you know, it was New Year's Eve), but were very disappointed to find only a 17-year-old girl and her Yanni-listening mom.
They explained that my car had been reported in a hit-and-run accident, and that the person who called it in said they had tried to stop me by yelling at me (yes, yelling at me, at midnight, when it was only about 20 degrees out, and I had my windows up, and they were in a car with a horn that I might've actually been able to hear), but that I just drove away.
One of the cops is just going on and on and on about how they came here to arrest me (which I found out from the officer who took my statement a couple of days later was not true--thank you so much Officer Jerkface, for freaking me the fuck out), but since the damage to the other car was so minimal they wouldn't.
While I'm crying in the house because of Officer Jerkface's big fat lie, the other two cops were outside looking at my car. When they came back in, one of them said that there was nothing on my car to indicate that I had hit anything, and the said, "Can we go now? I have other things to investigate, like murders and drug dealers." This made me laugh, but Officer Jerkface was not pleased.
Apparently, Officer Jerkface sees me as some sort of criminal mastermind.
Finally, after one of the non-freaksome officers explained that the guy who was actually in charge of the case would call me and that I would have to go in and give a statement, they left.
I then spent the next three days being totally freaked out that Officer Jerkface was going to come back and arrest me, until the other officer called and I got everything straightened out.
I was then vindicated, because this guy told me he wasn't surprised I didn't notice hitting the other car. I drive a tank of a Volvo, and the damage was a three-inch long paint scratch, with almost no dent to it, about as far back on the car as it possibly could be.
Of course, even though the damage was hardly anything, I managed to cause it to a brand new Lexus! Because of my astounding ability to hunt down the most expensive things I can and damage them, the repairs ended up being $420.
I am the smartest criminal mastermind ever!
Now let's see if I can actually keep this up.