Haha witty title eh, yeah shut up.
Tracy said it was hot in Texas, well, its still blazing hot here in San Diego too.
Got hit and run on Thursday 8/24. It wasn't just an accident, it was a damn ordeal. Wanna hear it? No? Tough...
I closed the rec on Thursday, so I was there 5-9pm. About 7 Javi asks why my car looks tilted and we go look. Turns out the girl who wanted an ice pack at about 6 because she "was hot" thought it was a good idea to not only cuss me out but to let the air out of my passenger side tires. She got the front one all the way down to the rim and the back was only slightly flat. The tire had sat on the rim so long that it punctured and I needed to put the spare on. Well the AAA guy needed to put the spare on. What else are they for right?
Earnie and I closed the rec at about 8:10 and I went on my way home. About 6 blocks from the rec I start to hear the flat tire "thump thump thump" and pull over on the 15 North On-ramp to call AAA again to tow my stuff to the house so I can deal with it in the morning. This was about 8:15. I sat on hold and waited.
All of a sudden the inside of the car gets really bright. I check my rear-view to see a pair of headlights about 5 feet from my car and commin like a bat out of hell. Smash, shit goes flying. My cell drops into the seat next to me and my AAA card goes out the window, I think. In the meantime this fucktard is backing up. I hop out to give him a piece of my mind and he speeds off with his car looking like a tea kettle sitting on the stove for too damn long. I hope he cracked his radiator the bastard.
I catch his license plate number and start repeating it so I don't forget, find my cell and hang up with AAA. I was still on hold too. Call 911 and yell at the dispatcher to write this down THEN go with what the hell happened.
About 45 minutes pass before the CHP officer shows up, and I had called AAA back and had just hung up when the guy rolled up. I give a statement and he starts questioning me like I pulled the plate number out of my ass. So what if the car looked white, looked like an old 80's Honda, and looked like it was about five minutes from overheating when the plate matching it was a small Ford Coupe. I was only shaky on the last digit of the damn plate ok people...
The CHP unit rolls off and AAA sends the wrong kind of tow. My muffler and Bumper where dragging like woah. So he calls his buddy and sends for a bed rather than a lift. Takes another half hour for the guy to get there.
In the meantime Tracy calls me, like an angel of salvation, her voice washes away all the frustration and stress (even if it was only for that 5 minute conversation) All I had wanted to go do was go home, talk to her, and relax after a bullshit day at work. She had to go to sleep since she had class, so that was my goodnight call. Not really the best of situations, but I'll take what I can get and it'll be sweet.
I don't get home till 11:40ish. Called mom because I was stressed and needed someone to talk to, to help calm my nerves.
I still didn't fall asleep till about 3am. Stress sucks.
At least they found the guy who hit me, he confessed, and the repairs won't come out of my allready empty pockets.
Lots more bullshit has happened because of this, I'm out of a car, not working for a week or more. Probably will have to deal with a civil trial in the future as well as a criminal trial if this guy doesn't want to go to jail.