ALWAYS WORTH THE BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS!
No updates lately because I've been installing my new mirror on my car (if you didn't know, my former passanger side mirror lost in a fight with a trashcan on Victoria). It's looks pro as hell. My mom even gave me props! But Anyways some interesting things to say since my absence.
NO ONE TAKES RESPONSIBILITY ANYMORE: Leaving work yesterday I was backing out of my parking spot when I notice the lady on the other side of the parking lane backing out to. So I stop seeing as she is not. As luck were habit, she turns right into me and hits me. So I get out take a look at the damage. She just took some paint, no biggie. So being calm about the whole thing I make the remark "Ah, you just took some of my paint." being all cool about the whole deal. But then the kicker comes...
"What are you talking about? YOU HIT ME!", she says. Como what? So we start in on the traditional shouting match which you know means I'm busting my fine obscenities like a donkey shoots shit. I finally say "We can stand here all day screaming shit at each other or you can get your fucking insurance info down on paper and we'll let them settle this!"
She replies with, "Maybe we should file a police report!", which was fine by me since she hit me. After her scare tactic failed horribly she goes to her car and starts writing down her info. Then she says "You know, I live just down the street on Swan, we should go over there and show my husband this."
I looked at her almost in non-belief that she accually would say something so stupid. Yeah, let me drive to your fucking house so your fucking husband can see the damage and attempt to kick my ass. I ask "Why?" just waiting to hear the pitiful excuse she had. She tells me he knows about these things and will be honest.
After hearing this I say "Well you know what, I don't really care about that scratch and I wouldn't even bother calling my insurance company about it, but since you've pissed me off I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell them about this." After attempts at blaming the hit on me I show her on her quarter panel where the red paint from my truck has been streaked, this proves that she hit me because she has moving damage where as mine is apparent that it was hit.
She sits there in silent, then says "Your right. I hit you." I continue taking down my info and look over and see her start to cry. She starts apologizing for screaming at me saying "I'm soooo sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you! I'm just under a lot of stress-", yadayadayada starts giving me the whole life story about how her husbands out of work and this and that and she stressing out blah blah blah.
I finally stop her and say "Look lady, I don't want to know your whole life story! I don't care about the scratch. I'm not going to pursue this anymore as long you just leave it be and stop being a bitch!" in so many words. She gives me this look like I'm a fucking saint or something and thanks me and gives me a half-ass hug almost which I was weirded out bye (mom:"psycho!"). She tells me her name and with that I let her go.
Now I know a bunch of you are going, "Evan! You asshole! She was faking the crying to get out of the whole situation!" Well you know what, I can fix that scratch myself for a few bucks and a couple hours over at Ryan's house. I don't need an accident on my record either, because even though it's not my fault, my rate will go up! Fuck it too, I'm sick of psychos.
WHERE THE FUCK IS GRACA?!: My drawing class has been almost non-existant the last 2 weeks. Mr. Graca went down to Baja for some photo shoot and hasn't been back since. One of the peeps in class said he came back, but he's got some heart trouble going on or something. I think he's still on "Margarita Mode". We had a Sub on tuesday in the class. The dude looked just like Judge Ito! This guys official nick name is now "Kaiser Ito"!
This guy is a drawing nazi if I ever saw one. He came down on us like the god damn gustapo if we didn't do perspective the way he saw fit (quote:"Remember that towards the end of perspective things get out of focus." when I was drawing details into my street corner far away!". And he didn't let up on it even when I chose to ignore him and draw from heart like Graca always says to do.). Then this dude wouldn't let us have a break, so Zack and I bailed early to find subtle humor in Simpsons reruns (subtle my ass!). After dealing with that dude, I can't wait to have Graca back! According to my latest class cancellation message on my voice mail, he WILL be there on Tuesday.
The betting polls are open...
more later. Must catch up on blog reading!
No updates lately because I've been installing my new mirror on my car (if you didn't know, my former passanger side mirror lost in a fight with a trashcan on Victoria). It's looks pro as hell. My mom even gave me props! But Anyways some interesting things to say since my absence.
NO ONE TAKES RESPONSIBILITY ANYMORE: Leaving work yesterday I was backing out of my parking spot when I notice the lady on the other side of the parking lane backing out to. So I stop seeing as she is not. As luck were habit, she turns right into me and hits me. So I get out take a look at the damage. She just took some paint, no biggie. So being calm about the whole thing I make the remark "Ah, you just took some of my paint." being all cool about the whole deal. But then the kicker comes...
"What are you talking about? YOU HIT ME!", she says. Como what? So we start in on the traditional shouting match which you know means I'm busting my fine obscenities like a donkey shoots shit. I finally say "We can stand here all day screaming shit at each other or you can get your fucking insurance info down on paper and we'll let them settle this!"
She replies with, "Maybe we should file a police report!", which was fine by me since she hit me. After her scare tactic failed horribly she goes to her car and starts writing down her info. Then she says "You know, I live just down the street on Swan, we should go over there and show my husband this."
I looked at her almost in non-belief that she accually would say something so stupid. Yeah, let me drive to your fucking house so your fucking husband can see the damage and attempt to kick my ass. I ask "Why?" just waiting to hear the pitiful excuse she had. She tells me he knows about these things and will be honest.
After hearing this I say "Well you know what, I don't really care about that scratch and I wouldn't even bother calling my insurance company about it, but since you've pissed me off I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell them about this." After attempts at blaming the hit on me I show her on her quarter panel where the red paint from my truck has been streaked, this proves that she hit me because she has moving damage where as mine is apparent that it was hit.
She sits there in silent, then says "Your right. I hit you." I continue taking down my info and look over and see her start to cry. She starts apologizing for screaming at me saying "I'm soooo sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you! I'm just under a lot of stress-", yadayadayada starts giving me the whole life story about how her husbands out of work and this and that and she stressing out blah blah blah.
I finally stop her and say "Look lady, I don't want to know your whole life story! I don't care about the scratch. I'm not going to pursue this anymore as long you just leave it be and stop being a bitch!" in so many words. She gives me this look like I'm a fucking saint or something and thanks me and gives me a half-ass hug almost which I was weirded out bye (mom:"psycho!"). She tells me her name and with that I let her go.
Now I know a bunch of you are going, "Evan! You asshole! She was faking the crying to get out of the whole situation!" Well you know what, I can fix that scratch myself for a few bucks and a couple hours over at Ryan's house. I don't need an accident on my record either, because even though it's not my fault, my rate will go up! Fuck it too, I'm sick of psychos.
WHERE THE FUCK IS GRACA?!: My drawing class has been almost non-existant the last 2 weeks. Mr. Graca went down to Baja for some photo shoot and hasn't been back since. One of the peeps in class said he came back, but he's got some heart trouble going on or something. I think he's still on "Margarita Mode". We had a Sub on tuesday in the class. The dude looked just like Judge Ito! This guys official nick name is now "Kaiser Ito"!
This guy is a drawing nazi if I ever saw one. He came down on us like the god damn gustapo if we didn't do perspective the way he saw fit (quote:"Remember that towards the end of perspective things get out of focus." when I was drawing details into my street corner far away!". And he didn't let up on it even when I chose to ignore him and draw from heart like Graca always says to do.). Then this dude wouldn't let us have a break, so Zack and I bailed early to find subtle humor in Simpsons reruns (subtle my ass!). After dealing with that dude, I can't wait to have Graca back! According to my latest class cancellation message on my voice mail, he WILL be there on Tuesday.
The betting polls are open...
more later. Must catch up on blog reading!
posted by topgun at 3:19 PM
