it can only get better.. right?
San Diego, California. I arrive at the San Diego airport on a sunny Tuesday afternoon with my cousin Sarah. My other cousin Erin (Sarah’s sister) picks us up from baggage claim and we continue outside to the parking lot. We load up the car, talk about the flights, and light up a cigarette.. the first in 24 hours. I don’t know if anyone knows this is the midwest BUT if you leave or drop your cigarette butt, it’s like a $500 fine. Which is cool cuz like, less shit on the roads but lame. ANYWAY!
I’m having a great vacation… we went to the beach, Seaport Village, Temecula for wine tasting, all these awesome restaurants, awesome head-to-toe massage, pedicure, and a trip to Riverside. Normally I’d be real excited to tell everyone about the trip to Riverside but it was nothing but the worst of luck and a horrible chain of events.
My cousins and I go to a massage place which was AWESOME cuz it was only $30 for an hour head-to-toe massage. Like 50 cents an hour.. great. Little did I know I’d be regretting the massage later that day when I was involved in a 4 car pile-up on the Highway 10 heading east into Riverside, California.
A white Yukon puts on their brakes because some ASSHOLE doesn’t know how to merge on a highway. A silver Hyundai Accent brakes as well, both coming to a complete stop (no contact). Then comes CJ in his ‘95 red Ford Explorer (named Amy after a hot lesbian.. I think she plays rollerball). He cannot stop in time and rams into the Hyundai Accent. I see CJ brake in front of me and I slam on the brakes hoping to GOD I can stop in time. Physics was never my subject of choice apparently because I rammed into him pretty hard going about 30 mph or so. Since CJ rammed into that Hyundai, his car jumped up a bit. While CJ’s car was up I hit it from the rear and that’s why the hood of my car crunched up like tinfoil.
The whole 5 seconds felt like Bumper cars. Except you don’t walk away saying “Oh man, we gotta do that again!” I’m just glad no one was hurt in this whole thing. It could’ve been SO much worse. Someone could have been an illegal alien, or 9 months pregnant, or dead. It amazing how much we get away with in a lifetime: the close calls, the lies, the risks, everything… it’s amazing how we are all functioning at a somewhat normal rate and capacity.
Not only did this kinda suck but I completely totaled my COUSIN’S car. NOT MINE but Erin’s 2002 Pontaic Grand Am SE1 :/ After a really nice, first car accident experience with a nice cop and really cool drivers. I get bitched out for about an hour over the phone. And was told that I am less important than possessions in my cousin’s car (which includes CDs and maps.. cool?). I understand having your car totaled by your cousin would suck and it’s okay to be pissed. I know I’d be mad. But is it really necessary to tell me I’m worth less than a $13.99 Clay Aiken CD? Apparently it is.
After talking to like 4 insurance companies in the past 48 hours, I’m about ready to just lay down and take everyone’s kicks and punches. I’ve been told off too many times in the past 2 days and kinda refuse to deal with it anymore. It wasn’t my fault my cousin’s car can’t stop immediately after going 45 mph on a busy highway. Cars aren’t built for that. Also, the airbag did NOT deploy. awesome. My collar bone is bruised and I can barely lift my arms past my shoulders or even behind me for the matter.
So my trip to Riverside was supposed to be fun. But shit happens and I did my best to deal with it. So anyone who wants to disagree with that can just go fuck themselves.
Also, CJ. Your car needs to stop totaling cars. It’s a fucking tank.
