apparently, my name is earl.
f.4.06quickly, before my 9a meeting at work:
the adventure continues. while bwe and i were waiting to pull into the library parking garage on saturday nite (to go see the preds give away a game against the blackhawks) my saturn wagon was sideswiped by a metro city bus. one of those big, joined in the middle types. the whole event was similar to how i imagine geriatric sex would be: not very hard, not very fast and no one was injured.
the bus knocked my driver side mirror off and pulled my bumper out a couple of inches, nothing major. i’m supposed to talk to one of the metro bus bosses today to get their insurance info so i can get my car fixed. i’m really hoping that, since the bus driver readily admitted that it was his fault, it’ll be a conflict free conversation and a speedy resolution.
so, to recap: car got sideswiped while waiting to park. was 20 minutes late to the game. preds lost in ot in a game they should’ve won going away. went home, played nhl 2006 and had a couple o’scotches. yup, that pretty much sums up saturday nite.
(just to be safe: if i ever screwed you or your family over or if i owe you money or if i didn’t call your sister back or something, can you let me know so i can fix it? this is getting ridiculous…)
I’ve always hated those buses. They’re everywhere out here and I always feel like the back part of the bus if going to whip out and slam into me.
Stupid mass transit.
Poor Sammy.
[...] okay, so everyone knows about the minor incident with an mta bus on saturday nite. if not, i’ll sum it up for you: a bus hit my car, doing minor damage to the driver’s side, while i was waiting to pull into the library parking garage saturday nite. [...]