The Monday from hell: Rear Ended at Taco Bell
by Liv | Published on September 26th, 2006, 2:08 pm | Greensboro
Yesterday really sucked. I woke up at 6AM with a sore throat and tired. I called into work, hoping I could just take the day off. It was at this point they made it clear that the business would fail, the stock market would crash, and that they just couldn't open the doors without me. So I threw on some clothes and drove to work. Now running late I put some gas in the car and got a gas station burrito which is something far from actual food.
As the day wore on, I felt sicker and sicker. I could barely talk and my glands were swollen like the before pictures of a Weight Watchers commercial. Eventually at lunch I made my way to Taco bell on High Point road at Sedgefield crossing. I wanted something "hot" to open up my sinuses and relieve me enough to make it through the day. I ordered a mexi-melt with "fire sauce" and started to pull out of the parking lot. I was turning left and traffic is always a pain-in-the-ass, so right when I start to pull out, I see a car come and hit the brakes. It was one of those begin to roll, then stop things. It was at this point I felt a bump, and heard the crunch of my license plate on the rear bumper. I look back and the senior citizen driving behind me showed no obvious signs of worry.
I shut off the car, set the emergency brake, and get out. The guy is now looking at me like I'm nuts. I go back to my rear bumper (which isn't actually all that far since it's a hatchback) and notice a 70,000 dollar Mercedes Benz is now attached to my car. I walk back to the guys window, which he rolls down just a crack, as if I'm going to car jack the guy. The man which looks like Aaron Spelling and has obviously done well for himself in this life says "whats wrong."
I'm like "you hit me"
He's like "No I didn't"
I'm like "you want to come look?"
He gets out of his heated leather seats and s-l-o-w-y walks over to where his bumper (which costs more than my whole car) is firmly attached to my lovely rear-end. He looked at it, turned away and then looked again. He started to get defensive and mad, and that's when I said "look, I don't really care... just back up and if it's only scratches we'll go about our ways."
Meanwhile the Taco Bell exit is getting quite backed up. Scores of GTCC students and 30 minute lunchers are getting a bit perturbed. The guy finally backs up, and I notice a few chunks out of my bumper. I tell him not to worry about it, and he agrees. I just had to get back to work where I'd sit in misery the rest of the day from another dreaded cold.
Normally I would have atleast gotten his information, but honestly I didn't have time.
Today I'm home sick, and thank God Monday only comes once a week, Because I don't think I could take more of yesterday.