Friday, June 25, 2004
// posted by Jessica in Rants @ 5:42:37 pm - 5 Comments »Knoxville has the worst drivers ever. I have lived here for four years now, and every day I witness the stupidity that is Knoxville drivers. I lived in Clarksville for 18 years of my life and never witnessed the number of wrecks or near wrecks that I have here. So, with all these psychos on the road, I figured one day one of them would come out of nowhere and get me.
Today was that day.
I had just gotten off work. It had been raining all day, but had momentarily stopped. I was driving down Bearden hill on Kingston in the right lane. I put on my blinker and moved into the left lane. A tan Blazer was in the turning lane to the left of me. She didn’t see me. She hit me.
I knew she was going to hit me. I immediately checked my mirrors to see if I could possibly escape it, but there were cars all in the right lane. She ran right into my driver side door. Grr.
I got over into the right lane and moved over into the Amsouth parking lot, so I wouldn’t be a pest and block up rush hour traffic. She couldn’t get over right away, so she went on. I wondered if she was coming back.
I called 911 and gave them all the pertinent information. They said a cop would be right out there. After I hung up, I realized that they never asked me if anyone had gotten hurt. Although, I suppose if someone was lying here bleeding to death, I would have mentioned that. But still.
While I was on the phone, the psycho driver shows up and parks two spaces away from me. She comes up to my car and explains that she doesn’t have a cell phone. I told her not to worry, I had already taken care of it and the cops were on their way.
So we wait…and wait…and wait…and wait…
After I had been waiting about half an hour, I called Sabrina to see what she was up to. I talked to her until the cop finally showed up.
We each told our side of the story, exchanged information, blah blah blah, and then we were on our way.
Now I have a huge dent in my door.
Just to make this worse, today I went and had Marble Slab ice cream for lunch. And I was wearing a white shirt. And chocolate ice cream and white shirts don’t mix well. I was so just looking forward to going home and changing shirts. Instead, I had to stand around looking like an idiot who can’t keep her ice cream on her cone.
So, an hour after she initially hit me, I finally got to go home. And now I can change shirts.
Happy birthday, Mom.
