| | Well...this has been the MOST f**ked up night of my life. Just thought you all would like to know. Apparently some bastard/bitch decided to hit my effing car earlier and run. So now my door won't effing close. I'm PISSED. I can't even go home to get this sh*t looked at or get money. You can't exactly drive on the highway with a door that won't close. So I go to make a police report and the bitch at the desk has an attitude. I essentially went off on her. I have never cussed someone out that is supposed to be providing a service, but she was just pushing the WRONG buttons. She filled it out for me and had a cop come look at the Cavi. This motherfucker said he didn't see what was wrong. I calmy told him that I'd had this car for about 5 or 6 years now. I know what the fucking door is supposed to look like. I took my finger and circled the BIG ASS dent in the door and showed him the scratches and the paint transferred from the other car. He goes ooooh, ok and according to him, he didn't think that someone had hit the car hard enough to cause the door not to close. That's when I started yelling. I was supposed to go to the sorors' place and party. I'm feeling like F**K THE WORLD! I want to just go to sleep...I think that's what I'm about to do. *besos* |
| | Posted 1/20/2007 1:32 AM - 204 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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