Rant: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH FUCKING FUCKERS WITH THERE FUCKINGCAR
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Excuse me, I have a question, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT ABOUT ME OR MY CARS THAT MAKE PEOPLE WANT TO HIT THEM WHILE THEY'RE ON THE STREET, PARKED LEGALLY?!
What the fuck?!?!?!?!
So anyways, I'm helping my friend move into her new place in SF and when she's done, we head down to the U-Haul center and go to return her truck. I, this is where I should have taken more caution but I didn't know there was going to be a line up by the time we got done, park my car about 10 feet from the gate on the side of the road, in a legal parking spot.
Well, when we get out there a security gaurd asks me if that was my car, being ever proud of my baby I flash a smile, and said, 'Yes it is'.
Well, when I get to my car I notice that the mirror is pushed back and the actual mirror is lying on the side of the road. No big worries, some guy got a little close and now I need a new mirror. It sucks yeah, but whatever. Then I notice that they completely rubbed against the front fender panel, wheel well, and door.
Oh. Fuck. No.
I talk with the guy and he gives me the truck number, who to call, and basically what to say. Alright, fine. I can get there info and work this out. On the way back I file a claim and drop my friend off at her house. Only to notice a new note written on tape, stuck to my rear lights.
Oh sweet! Now I have two sources confirming this asshat, right? Wrong, this has a completely differnt truck number on it, and a different time.
I think I'll go with the earlier time, which was the guy working there, since I already gave the insurance agent that stuff. But when I call I'm debating giving them both to see which has damage to its left front side. But then if neither does I'll look like I'm making all this shit up.
I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO EAT THE FUCKING COST OF THE REPAIRS, or at least fucking 1500 worth, BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE HAD TO HIT AND RUN ME AND NOT BOTHER TO STICK AROUND TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED. FUCK.
Now with pictures!
Heres all the damage in one fell swoop
Heres the broken mirror
Heres a close up of a nice big scratch/dent
Lookit those sweet rims, but try to ignore the phantom like scarring all over the fucking pockmarked wheel well
And a bonus picture of an adoreable puppy my friend is looking after
And for those who forgot, or didn't know, the same shit happened a while back in november with my old jetta, except it was totaled and fucked beyond repair, where as all this is just cosmetic damage. But fuck!
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
What the fuck?!?!?!?!
So anyways, I'm helping my friend move into her new place in SF and when she's done, we head down to the U-Haul center and go to return her truck. I, this is where I should have taken more caution but I didn't know there was going to be a line up by the time we got done, park my car about 10 feet from the gate on the side of the road, in a legal parking spot.
Well, when we get out there a security gaurd asks me if that was my car, being ever proud of my baby I flash a smile, and said, 'Yes it is'.
Well, when I get to my car I notice that the mirror is pushed back and the actual mirror is lying on the side of the road. No big worries, some guy got a little close and now I need a new mirror. It sucks yeah, but whatever. Then I notice that they completely rubbed against the front fender panel, wheel well, and door.
Oh. Fuck. No.
I talk with the guy and he gives me the truck number, who to call, and basically what to say. Alright, fine. I can get there info and work this out. On the way back I file a claim and drop my friend off at her house. Only to notice a new note written on tape, stuck to my rear lights.
Oh sweet! Now I have two sources confirming this asshat, right? Wrong, this has a completely differnt truck number on it, and a different time.
I think I'll go with the earlier time, which was the guy working there, since I already gave the insurance agent that stuff. But when I call I'm debating giving them both to see which has damage to its left front side. But then if neither does I'll look like I'm making all this shit up.
I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO EAT THE FUCKING COST OF THE REPAIRS, or at least fucking 1500 worth, BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE HAD TO HIT AND RUN ME AND NOT BOTHER TO STICK AROUND TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED. FUCK.
Now with pictures!
Heres all the damage in one fell swoop
Heres the broken mirror
Heres a close up of a nice big scratch/dent
Lookit those sweet rims, but try to ignore the phantom like scarring all over the fucking pockmarked wheel well
And a bonus picture of an adoreable puppy my friend is looking after
And for those who forgot, or didn't know, the same shit happened a while back in november with my old jetta, except it was totaled and fucked beyond repair, where as all this is just cosmetic damage. But fuck!
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lookit da puppy
awww, a doggy.
i'm trying to swerve into it just looking at pictures of it
A big smelly, douchemobile.
my hands keep jerking spasmodically to the af;sldmnk
it's fakl;sa ing up my asd;flnk typing
He told me he just moved the carts before anyone saw it and went about his business.
What a jerk.
Still not excited to work towards getting my liscense next month.
It was pretty awesome.
"I could rock a baby blue car"?
ed roth is awesome
what is wrong with you
I laughed, but I think that was to stifle the blood in my throat.
The blood from all the anger.
This picture pisses me off a lot. Didn't read the OP, but I'm with you here, Filler.
Now I do.
Let's hold hands now.
a thing you can put on your truck or motorcycle
I hated driving until I got my license
now I fucking love it
Also, I like your car Filler.
Not so much the puppy. What is it, a cocker spaniel?
I should just buy a ford focus.
That combined with all the shit from this previous week makes me want to kick the first piece of shit with an additude in the balls. With my i'm-in-fucking-pain-if-I-don't-wear-my-ankle-brace leg. It would hurt, but it would feel so good.
Nothing is sacred anymore.
I mean come on it's not that difficult, geez. :roll:
there's a road in town here called mill road and going along there is terrifying, all cars comin' at you and parked cars and cyclists disobeying every law they can think of disobeying and people running across the road like willy nilly and oh god my braaaiinn