I don’t like Mondays
I started sneezing on Sunday. Waking with a wicked sore throat on Monday, I called the doctor’s office. They were able to squeeze me in that morning.
As I turned off the highway, a pickup in front of me did too - without using a turn signal. As the brown pickup left the road for the grass, I came to a stop - wondering what was wrong. Then it returned to the road, and crossed the bridge. I stayed far behind it. I noticed the cowboy behind the wheel and the County 29 plates. I thought that he must be lost - or looking for an address. He turned right - again without signaling. I sighed as I turned behind him - I was already signaling to go the same way. He proceeded down the street at about 5 miles an hour. I kept my distance. In front of the clinic, he turned left (no indicator light - what a surprise). They utilize angle parking, but he drove up over the sidewalk and on the lawn. I signaled and waited until he backed up off the lawn. He parked over the sidewalk. I pulled in and parked, giving him a very wide berth.
As I walked around the front of my car, he struggled to get out of his pickup. I asked him, “Are you all right?” He said, “I can’t see out of my left eye”. What can you possibly say to that? I walked into the clinic and stood at the receptionist’s desk as I signed a form. The cowboy came in and stood next to me. I said, “You know, I followed you from the highway, and you turned three times without using your signals. I stayed way behind you because I didn’t know what you were doing or where you were going”. He said, “I didn’t know what I was doing either. I’m having a bad day”.
As we sat in the waiting room he seemed restless and fidgety. He kept picking up magazines and putting them back down. He looked over at me and I asked him again if he was okay. I know, we’re at the doctor’s, but I asked any way. He just repeated that he was having a bad day. He was called into an examing room before me.
I saw the doctor - he still thinks that it’s allergies. Maybe so, but I now have a cold on top of that. I commented to him about the “cowboy having a bad day”. I said that I didn’t think he should be behind the wheel. I thanked the doctor and the receptionist and left.
I noticed the red plastic first - scattered like poppy petals in the street next to my car.
Son of a . . .
I went back in the office and asked them to call the police. Once at the back of the car I saw the extent of the damage. The tail light was broken and the rear of the car was smashed. I called my insurance company as I waited for an officer to come to take the report.
August 16th, 2006 at 12:23 pm
What a pain!!!! I hope it all works out for you. Do you by any chance remember the plate number?
Mae
August 16th, 2006 at 2:03 pm
If it weren’t for bad luck, you’d have NO LUCK AT ALL!
I have a sore throat and tight chest, too. Think it is bronchitis from all the smoke in the air. Maybe I should go to the doctor, too. bonnie
August 16th, 2006 at 3:26 pm
not cool! I hope you fel better soon.
August 16th, 2006 at 4:37 pm
I hope you get to feeling better soon Karen. Sorry to hear that one of my fellow Rosebud Countians was responsible.
August 16th, 2006 at 10:39 pm
Hope you are feeling better! Too bad about your car and the cowboy didn’t stay around. Hmmm…rosebud county….could not have been my dad…he isn’t the cowboy type.
See you Monday!
Shelly
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August 17th, 2006 at 11:57 am
Well that sucks!
August 18th, 2006 at 6:16 am
Something very fishy going on here…
August 19th, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Is that like a universal female excuse or something? I know every time I find a new scratch on our car my wife’s response is always “must’ve happened in a parking lot”, LOL. I’m just joshing ya, I know that most people drive worse in parking lots than they do on the streets, and that’s frightening. Hopefully the damage gets fixed, either by your insurance or better yet, by the perpetrator’s. Unlikely however since at my last tally, you, me, and my parents are about the only people in the state that actually HAVE insurance, LOL.
I ditto Bonnie on the smoke factor as well. I have a condition that makes me have dry eyes most of the time and lately they’ve been swolen and sore like they’re full of sand all of the time. My blushing bride has been coughing and hacking like an asbestos miner for the last couple weeks to boot. It’s almost enough to make me wish for snow, but not quite.
August 27th, 2006 at 5:48 pm
Somebody driving like that here in Mesa, we wouldn’t bat an eye (good or bad).
Sounds like Blogger (the website, not the author) is having a bad week (although the author doesn’t seem to be getting very many breaks herself) — I managed to find this only by going though your pictures on flickr. I’ve only been able to see the posts through August 13. (I was worried that maybe you’d got fed up with blogging, and that “Time Flies” was your swan song. As it is, only the first four posts of that particular one are on my computer — I had to go to the comment posting page to find the others.)
Look on the bright side — the last time I was in an accident of note, I was broadsided by a drunk pulling out of a Circle-K (this was in the early 80’s, BTW). His car was damaged, but he was still able to skiddaddle away in it before the cops got there — and the plate number I wrote down didn’t match. I was barely able to get my car home. The damage came out to about $3000 (fortunately he hit the passenger door but managed to slice the back tire) so you can imagine what it would cost today. Then to add to my troubles, the rental car I was drivng while my Nova (sans A/C, by the by — the Nova, that is) had a back window blown out by the heat (this was June in Phoenix). In case you’re wondering, I escaped this incident without injury.
Kirk