Remember the gutter slut that hung up on me when I called my credit card company? His supervisor pulled the call and he got written up. Good. Jackass.
And I briefly mentioned a child plowing into my car while he was riding his bicycle in this post. Now that the drama is over I'll elaborate a bit on what happened. I was taking BigBrother to school and was stopped at a 4-way stop. It was my turn to go (and there were no kids in sight on the sidewalk) and I started to go but another car went instead. I was pulled about 1/2 way into the cross walk when I stopped because they weren't going to stop so I could take my turn. I was stopped in the center of the crosswalk for about 5 seconds while waiting for the car to go through and some little moron on a bike decided to RIDE AROUND MY CAR while it was in the crosswalk. I took my foot off the gas and rolled forward about 6 inches. Just far enough to have the kid hit my bumper with his front tire and fall down. He was moving faster than I was when this happened. He was hauling ass through the crosswalk and didn't stop to walk it through like you're supposed to. He got up and said he was okay but that his leg hurt from where he fell down and said he was going to school. (My first instinct when it happened was to drive away and enroll BB in private school somewhere and go trade my car in for a different one.) I dropped BB off at school and called Sweety freaking out.
Hey! Guess what? I just hit a kid on a bike!
What? Noooooo! Noooooo!
Yeah. Really. Why the fuck would I lie?
Oh shit. No! You didn't!
At this point I'm getting pissed because obviously it happened now tell me what the hell I need to do! I was so freaked out that I realized that I was driving around LOST and we live less than 2 miles from the school.
Sweety called the police and they came to the house and I called the school and told them what happened. The nurse there basically said that the kids have been warned to not run between cars and maybe this would make them listen. The officer told me that I could get a ticket for leaving the scene but since the kid left too that neither one of us would get a ticket. The kid was also told since he didn't walk his bike through the crosswalk and since he wasn't wearing a helmet that he was lucky to not get tickets for that.
Long story short, since I was in a car it was considered my fault and the kid cashed in for several thousand dollars worth of pain and suffering for his sprained ankle from my insurance company and now I'm a nervous wreck every time I have to go to BB's school.
Whenever I see a kid run through the crosswalk or ride their bike through it now I want to beat them with a stick. Unaware, selfish little shits.
Awhile back I waxed Sweety's back. It was time to defuzz again last night and I did something different. Instead of wax (since he was such a crybaby last time) I used Magic Shaving Powder. It come in powder form and you mix it with water to get this foul smelling (like rotten eggs) stuff that melts the hair away. The fun part was when I got to splat the cold mixture on Sweety's back and he screamed. (When my back hurts he'll put pain relieving gel on it and he's never kind enough to warm it in his hands first. He just drizzles it COLD on my back while I try not to flinch. So this was my payback for that.) A good time was had by all.