08.16.09
So, a Hot Chick Crashed my car
Some days ago, on a Friday morning, I had stopped at FIU’s Biscayne Bay Campus. I wasn’t really planning on stopping by, but I decided to go to the library to check my email really quick. Somehow 10 minutes turned into an hour (I also checked my Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, this blog, etc). Campus was on my way home as I had spend the night before with a lovely tourist gal from Chicago. The hotel she was staying at was located around the Sunny Isles Beach area (no, she didn’t stay at the Trump Plaza). I was heading home to run a few errands.
As I’m contentedly strollling back to my car, I noticed a large amount of broken glass around the floor. I’m thinking “damn, someone’s car got hit”. And what glorious surprise I have when I see that smashed car happens to be my 96′ Isuzu Rodeo. My first instinct is to curse all hell through and throw a few punches in the air. The car’s back window is completely smashed and the back door has been bent in the middle. The car’s front wheels have been pushed over the parking bump. I’m wondering how hard it got hit.
I look inside the car and notice that nothing has been stolen. I’m figuring that it might have been a hit and run, and as usual, no one saw anything. I call the police to report what happened. I’m connected to a Sergeant to whom I give the information whilst cursing profusely (get your car crashed, greta excuse to bitch out a cop). A few seconds later, I receive a call from the FIU campus police. Somehow, the culprit didn’t run but decided to report the crash. Said culprit is in the police office. The officer notices my anger and repeatedly tells me that it was an accident, accident happens (so does cancer).
I walk to the office expecting to see some idiot frat-boy wanna-be or some coked out idiot (I mean who’s high already at 11:00 AM?). What a surprise when the culprit turns out to be a young Latin girl, like 20 or 21. And she’s kinda hot. Somehow, she was going to press her brakes, but instead she stepped on the accelerator and voooomm!! I didn’t exchange words with the driving-challenged hottie. When I got there, she was nervous and crying. Since I was so angry, I didn’t think of trying to ask for a date (you crashed the shit out of my car, btw, are you free Saturday?). Besides, I was already seeing someone.
The police officer’s report stated that the girl was at fault. Luckily, she had AllState as her insurance and they covered all my damages and gave me a rental car while mine was in the shop. I didn’t have to pay a dime. The body shop people even washed it and made it look llike new. In regards to the hot chick, maybe I’ll look her up on Facebook…
That would’ve really sucked…..
