You’ll never, ever believe what happened yesterday. Or maybe you will.
The shortest possible story I can tell you is that I was driving home from work at about 6pm last night after a long motherf*cking day in the office, and before I even got on the freeway I was cut off by another car and couldn’t avoid hitting them!
It was a carload of thug-looking teens (sorry to generalize, but…). Luckily, they pulled over. One kid got out and actually apologized! The other kids got out and looked thug-like.
I asked if they had insurance, and they said no.
That’s when another dude pulled up in a van and told me that he’d give me his number to be my witness.
Around that time, the teens again said they don’t have insurance, but that they had to go and started to drive away! As I got my phone out to snap a picture of the license plate, I also told them no, they’d need to wait until the police arrived - especially since they don’t have insurance!
Then, miraculously, one of them said, yes we DO have insurance and showed me a copy of an expired policy.
And THEN after rummaging back through their car, they showed me an actual valid insurance card.
I was on the phone with 911 when the “witness” started asking a bunch of questions and the thugs got all thuggy on me and started calling me a bitch, asking, “Why she gotta be a bitch?” I don’t even know why! Perhaps it was because I called the police?
Regardless, the police arrived and they took everyone’s information and then they handed each of us the other’s info, and I told the cops that I was nervous because those thuggy kids (I didn’t use the “t” word) now had my home address!
They told me not to worry because they were just kids. I asked how old the driver was, and one cop told me that they were all 18 and in high school and that they do this all the time (exchange information after wrecks) and that they’ve never seen a retaliation.
Still!
I did a social media check of the one boy’s name. Appears he’s up to something potentially no good, but there are only a few photos: in one, he’s grabbing his crotch; in another, he’s got piles and piles of money ON his crotch. Neat, huh?
If I go missing, someone please note that I have the driver’s information in a Google Doc.
Later, I texted the “witness” to see if he’d be okay if I used him as a witness, and he called me and wanted to chat. It was a weird chat and the phone line kept breaking up as he was telling me about how the same thing happened to him and that those kids are going to end up telling the insurance agency that it was my fault and that they are all injured and how I was going too fast and hit them. Witness told me he was in a wreck and now he is disabled and he wished he had someone to be HIS witness before and yada yada and some things I couldn’t even understand.
So. Whee.
I’ve spent all morning following up on this incident AND the other fender bender with the loaner car, which, as of this morning, was yet to be resolved AND all of my “celebs” chose today as the day they needed a lot of hand holding and reassurance for various things AND my boss is leaving for China and needed tons of things done in his absence.
For some reason I have a feeling that the universe is telling me to back off of the things that don’t hurt, you know?
Yes, I was bitten by a dog a while back, but I’m OK now. Yes, there are old boyfriends coming out of the woodwork from my past, but I don’t have to oblige them. Sure, I’m still hurt by random slights from long ago and maybe not so long ago, but do I have to keep trying to re-live them only to get angrier and more hurt?
I have to start looking beyond these roadblocks. I have to stop letting myself get cut off by the things that don’t matter.
I’m stalling! I have to stop stalling and move ahead.
THAT feels like the message to me today.
So please, EVERYONE…get out of my way!!
xox,
GS
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