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jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-10-17 10:42 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-10-17 10:42 pm
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My brother will kill me.
Today was a very bad day for driving.
To start, it's been raining and extremely windy all day, which means no matter what driving would be a tad more difficult that normal. I only have one class on Tuesdays, but I needed to meet with my advisor and spend some time in the dark room for photo, so I figured I go into town early, meet said advisor, finish up all my work in the darkroom, and realize... I left my guitar at home. Whoops. Can't go to class without that! :D So I go back home, managed to hit every red light on the way. Fun times. Still, despite that annoyance (and the rain and the wind), it's been a pretty good day so far. I only need two more classes to graduate with an Associates Degree in the spring, I finished printing all my photo assignments, and I got to have a very yummy lunch.
I retrieve the guitar, get back in the car, and head back into town. It's 5, so there's a lot of traffic, but it's all heading out of town and so is on the other side of the road. Except this one guy. There's a long line of traffic, most everyone needing to go straight at the light. This clown needed to go left, I assume, but he was back way before the left turn lane started. Rather than wait, he decides to take matters into his own hands and starts driving up the center of the road. What?
I come around the corner and see him there, so I cling to the shoulder and slow down a little. (APPROACH WITH CAUTION! O.o) He keeps coming at a fairly decent speed, apparently not seeing me approach. As we almost reach each other, one truck (in the other lane) is stopped near to the center lane, so this idiot jumps over into my lane completely to pass him. I nearly drove off the road trying to avoid him. We didn't hit, but it was... very scary. A head-on collision in that little car would hurt. A lot.
Fast forward a bit, it's now after 9 and I'm just leaving class. Also, the rain has finally stopped, but the wind has picked up some more.
...Now, I have parked in the school's parking garage (since it's free after 5) in a parking spot where I had to drive straight in and so, back straight out before trying to turn the car around. I've been doing this exact maneuver (yes, exact. I park in the same spot every day shut up) for seven weeks now. I'm used to it. (The set up is vaguely like this. I cannot draw in paint.) Tonight, as I put the car i reverse and start backing up, the car suddenly goes whu-BOOM! and lurches. I do not know exactly what happened, but the car angled (possibly I twisted the wheel while reeling from the car's seizure) and smacked right against the support beam (I have no idea how this happened, as the pole was over there and I was not). The car promptly shut itself off. I have no idea what the heck just happened, but I need to get out of the middle of the line of traffic so I try to start the car back up.
... So I try to start the car back up.
...... So I try to start the car back up.
......... So, I try to start the car back up.
So I get out of the car, since it's obviously not going to start, to look at the damage. By this point, a girl (no idea who she was) has made her way over and is looking at the side of the car. The hubcap has rolled away dejectedly, so I retrieve it and throw it into the passenger's side. There's not much actual damage to the car - sure, there's a dent (hello? I just lost a fight with a support beam?), but beyond that and the missing hubcap, nothing's really wrong. We can't figure why the car isn't starting. I get back in the car and turn the key a few more times and she offers to let me use her cellphone to call home.
The car does finally start up, so I don't need to call anyone. I even made it the whole way home without the car trying to kill me again.
This doesn't change that I've damaged the car. This is not my car. My family has three cars (we got my grandmother's car when she died), so with my brother out of state, that leaves us each with a car. Now, last year, when I was away at college, this car - the standard - was, for all intents and purposes - my brother's car. He lets everyone know that is it his car.
...There is a micro-dent on the hood. Even if you know where it is, you have a very hard time seeing it. HE HATES IT. It drives him nuts that "his" car is dented.
... Dear Primus, he is going to murder me. It won't matter that it is not actually my fault. I was the one in the car when it happened, my life is forfeit.
The damage is purely cosmetic and the car was already scheduled to go in for it's annual check-up on Thursday, so at least if it's about to explode or something they'll (hopefully) discover the problem. Also, Dad estimates that to repair the (entirely cosmetic) damage, it'd cost about five-hundred dollars. Like I have that much to spend on repairing a dent in the bumper?
But he's definitely going to kill me.
*meep*
Also, now I'm afraid to try driving tomorrow. What's going to try and kill me next?
Done whining now.
Me vs. Guitar:
Me: 0
Guitar: more
Those chords will be the death of me. At least I got a perfect score on the practice midterm.
Edit:
Oh, yes, the scanner is up and running again! Maybe I'll try and scan a few things later this week.
To start, it's been raining and extremely windy all day, which means no matter what driving would be a tad more difficult that normal. I only have one class on Tuesdays, but I needed to meet with my advisor and spend some time in the dark room for photo, so I figured I go into town early, meet said advisor, finish up all my work in the darkroom, and realize... I left my guitar at home. Whoops. Can't go to class without that! :D So I go back home, managed to hit every red light on the way. Fun times. Still, despite that annoyance (and the rain and the wind), it's been a pretty good day so far. I only need two more classes to graduate with an Associates Degree in the spring, I finished printing all my photo assignments, and I got to have a very yummy lunch.
I retrieve the guitar, get back in the car, and head back into town. It's 5, so there's a lot of traffic, but it's all heading out of town and so is on the other side of the road. Except this one guy. There's a long line of traffic, most everyone needing to go straight at the light. This clown needed to go left, I assume, but he was back way before the left turn lane started. Rather than wait, he decides to take matters into his own hands and starts driving up the center of the road. What?
I come around the corner and see him there, so I cling to the shoulder and slow down a little. (APPROACH WITH CAUTION! O.o) He keeps coming at a fairly decent speed, apparently not seeing me approach. As we almost reach each other, one truck (in the other lane) is stopped near to the center lane, so this idiot jumps over into my lane completely to pass him. I nearly drove off the road trying to avoid him. We didn't hit, but it was... very scary. A head-on collision in that little car would hurt. A lot.
Fast forward a bit, it's now after 9 and I'm just leaving class. Also, the rain has finally stopped, but the wind has picked up some more.
...Now, I have parked in the school's parking garage (since it's free after 5) in a parking spot where I had to drive straight in and so, back straight out before trying to turn the car around. I've been doing this exact maneuver (yes, exact. I park in the same spot every day shut up) for seven weeks now. I'm used to it. (The set up is vaguely like this. I cannot draw in paint.) Tonight, as I put the car i reverse and start backing up, the car suddenly goes whu-BOOM! and lurches. I do not know exactly what happened, but the car angled (possibly I twisted the wheel while reeling from the car's seizure) and smacked right against the support beam (I have no idea how this happened, as the pole was over there and I was not). The car promptly shut itself off. I have no idea what the heck just happened, but I need to get out of the middle of the line of traffic so I try to start the car back up.
... So I try to start the car back up.
...... So I try to start the car back up.
......... So, I try to start the car back up.
So I get out of the car, since it's obviously not going to start, to look at the damage. By this point, a girl (no idea who she was) has made her way over and is looking at the side of the car. The hubcap has rolled away dejectedly, so I retrieve it and throw it into the passenger's side. There's not much actual damage to the car - sure, there's a dent (hello? I just lost a fight with a support beam?), but beyond that and the missing hubcap, nothing's really wrong. We can't figure why the car isn't starting. I get back in the car and turn the key a few more times and she offers to let me use her cellphone to call home.
The car does finally start up, so I don't need to call anyone. I even made it the whole way home without the car trying to kill me again.
This doesn't change that I've damaged the car. This is not my car. My family has three cars (we got my grandmother's car when she died), so with my brother out of state, that leaves us each with a car. Now, last year, when I was away at college, this car - the standard - was, for all intents and purposes - my brother's car. He lets everyone know that is it his car.
...There is a micro-dent on the hood. Even if you know where it is, you have a very hard time seeing it. HE HATES IT. It drives him nuts that "his" car is dented.
... Dear Primus, he is going to murder me. It won't matter that it is not actually my fault. I was the one in the car when it happened, my life is forfeit.
The damage is purely cosmetic and the car was already scheduled to go in for it's annual check-up on Thursday, so at least if it's about to explode or something they'll (hopefully) discover the problem. Also, Dad estimates that to repair the (entirely cosmetic) damage, it'd cost about five-hundred dollars. Like I have that much to spend on repairing a dent in the bumper?
But he's definitely going to kill me.
*meep*
Also, now I'm afraid to try driving tomorrow. What's going to try and kill me next?
Done whining now.
Me vs. Guitar:
Me: 0
Guitar: more
Those chords will be the death of me. At least I got a perfect score on the practice midterm.
Edit:
Oh, yes, the scanner is up and running again! Maybe I'll try and scan a few things later this week.