Always in a fucking rush... you notice that?
So i'm driving down my local four lane road to go to work. I work at Target down the road, takes about 5 minutes to get there.
Two lanes each way. I'm in the left hand lane going south and I notice this yellow taxi turning into the curb. From what it looked like, he was attempting a U-Turn, but failed. The fucker ended up going straight into the curb, and with my quick thinking switched lanes into the right one. The speed limit is 40mph. I was going around 40-45mph. After his attempt failed, he then continued to fuck things up even more by backing out into oncoming traffic, unfortunally nothing was coming, so it was clear on that side. On the other side? Me. Yeah, so then I'm in the right hand lane, trying to figure out why this yellow taxi onfront of me isn't moving faster, since he obviously knows i'm coming right? Wrong, he backs up to give me about 5 inches to squeeze through. I saw the opening, the shot that I needed to get through so I could be on my way to work, to cashier for 5 hours tonight. Then something happened. He decided it would be great to just try and go forward so he could continue his U-turn. That would have been a great decision about 20-30 seconds prior, but the only problem was, he was driving forward.. into me.
So there I am, in the right hand lane. There he is, sitting in his yellow taxi in the left hand lane, and some of mine. He then drives forward. This scared me, simply because i'm 19, don't know a lot of rules, and I thought he was taking off. Nah, he wasn't he was pulling into the Comet Dry Cleaners about 20 feet down the road, on the right side.
So we're sitting there in the parking lot, I call my dad to tell him what happened. Then the guy came out of his car to come see if I was ok. I was shaking, but fine. I then proceded to call the cops, and somewhat feeling Taboo, I gave the street names, and told them how many people were involved. Doing the normal things you'd think to do. As I sat in the car, hanging up the phone, I realize the steering wheel was basically imprented on my hands, a long with black marks from the grip I had onto it.
I picked up the phone again and called my job. I spoke to one of my managers and was telling her how I was just in a car accident. She asked me if I was still coming in. She didn't even ask me if I was ok. What a bitch. So then I said, yeah maybe later on. I was trembeling and my voice was shaky. We hung up and I then waited for the police officer to come.
When the cop pulled into the dry cleaners, he got all the information from both of us, our licenses, our insurance, and then proceded to type into his dell laptop, (yeah I looked~). So afterwards, he was getting the stories from both of us. The yellow taxi driver was explaining how he thought he had enough room, etc, saying his bullshit about how I should have slowed down. Well yeah, that's cool but anyways, the cop believed me and the story, not like there was a major dispute anyways, luckily. He explained to the yellow taxi driver that in the residential part of San Antonio, you can't make U-Turns like that. He explained that I, the driver of a 1996 Toyota Corolla had the right of way, and that the yellow taxi driver was basically a dumb ass.
Half-way through the explanation, the officer asked me which target I worked out, as he pointed in the direction of where I was heading. I said yeah, just down the road, and he explained how I had checked him out last week, we laughed a bit because of the circumstances and then he proceded to check out the damage to my car.
Because of the L shaped accident, my left side was damaged. The left turn light, and the next one to that is cracked, and the part around my left tire is dented, and pushed in. When I was driving home, I realized going over speed bumps, that I make a nice screaching sound now.
I bet you're wondering what happened to the yellow taxi? Yes, the yellow taxi got away with about 4 scratches, and some of my paint on his right front side. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I now have a nice coat of yellow and red paint on my car, sweet...
Now when I was sitting in my car, waiting for the officer to finish up his report, I walked around my car to just take a look. I noticed that my right front tire was white, and that the hubcap, and rims were dented and bent, broke, mangeled, scratched, .. fucked up.
I went over to the police car and then proceded to explain how there was something I just noticed, he got out and then was showing me how I was now losing air pressure, and that if I go on the highway, I could lose my tire. Sweet, I drive on the highway every other day to go to school.
When we finished, around 45 minutes, I then pulled out of the parking lot and made my way home, going over speedbumps and finding out the new feature my car has. I pulled into my driveway, and then I called my girlfriend. She freaks out about the smallest thing, but always for the good. So I explained I was ok, and she was just really scared, sad, and all that kind of stuff you feel when your loved one was just in a car accident. So I walked in my house, hung up with her after making sure everything was ok, after that I proceded upstairs to explain to my mom that I was ok, but I was just in an accident. First thing she asks, "Does your neck hurt", I laughed because of the way she always goes for the worst or stuff like that. I explained what happened, and when I was leaving, I noticed my neck was hurting. I don't know if it's because of the thought that she put into my head, that it just started to hurt, but as I write this, I'm hurting. So yeah, I'm going to go to the E.R. tonight and get X-rays, just to make sure.
So basically, fuck taxi's, and if you're in such a god damn rush to turn around because you missed the street you were supposed to turn on? Be a fucking normal person and pull down a neighborhood and turn around in someone elses drive-way like the rest of us.
Fucking taxi's
Moderator: TheMachine
It's common for people to not feel neck injuries for a while after an accident. I was rear-ended by a drunk woman at around 2:30 AM once, I went home, and when I woke up the next morning, I could barely move my neck.
Hope everything turns out ok for ya.
Hope everything turns out ok for ya.
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