So I'm sitting at a stop light. Only one at the intersection. Next thing I know, my car is further forward, my head and neck hurt like hell. Get out and discover that some stupid 45 year old biyatch has decided to use my car to stop hers.
I get out to check how she is and what not and discover that her 94 plymouth pos has decided to drop it's front end. Then I see this special lady and quickly discover another reason to be pissed. The lady is drunker than sh*t. And in her drunken state, she's trying to drive her pos away. Luckily, I think her tranny broke cause all it would do was rev.
Cops show up and have to spend 45 minutes getting the wench to calm down. Just my luck, she's drunk, already had her license suspended, and of course, has no insurance.
The only not-as-crappy-as-it-coulda-been thing is that my grand prix has at least some quality engineering to it. All that happened is my rear bumper is hanging an inch low on the driver's side.
At least the wench went to jail. But seriously, how the hell can someone with a suspended license and a history of dui's even be allowed to own a car?
And the cherry on top of all this...her reported address is the homeless shelter here in town.
FML
