so, i'm traveling along f.m. 1960, which is a road to where if you're not doing twenty over the speed limit, you're going to cause an accident. i'm going down 1960 in the right hand lane, with a red nissan s.u.v. in front of me. they start to slow down and i have space to get into the middle lane. so i check my mirror, put on my blinker and pull into the lane. when suddenly a black jeep appears to my front drivers side, coming from the left hand lane. i mean, literally appears, one moment he's not there and the next he's passing me like i'm not moving. i'm doing fourty-five in a fourty. he looked like he was doing at least twenty-five more than me. my front drivers side and his rear passenger side touch and he swerves back into the left hand lane, manages to come back into the middle, across to the right hand lane and slam into the back of the red nissan s.u.v. after he makes an impression on the red nissan, his jeep spins around and says "hi" to the curb, where he comes to rest. i continue for around a hundred feet, pull into the right hand lane and stop my car. my door was a little difficult to get open, but i didn't look at the damage, i headed back towards everyone else. the black jeep (we'll call him bj) immediately starts blaming me for swerving into him. the red nissan (rn) is a lady and has two kids with her. the kids are fine, but she feels faint. there was a fire department truck across 1960, so help is there immediately, i stand quietly while they help the lady and her kids. bj makes a show of everything and disappears after a little. i have a lady come up to me asking if i saw what happened, and i told her i was involved, that i'm the silver car down the road. i told her what i knew and she told me that she had hear bj and someone else talking, she assumed it was bj's friend that said he was doing around a hundred and bj insisted he was doing the speed limit. the guy that she assumed was bj's friend was actually a biker that had been driving him bmw. bj was coming up on the bmw, which was directly behind the white van that i was pulling in front of, in the middle lane. bmw biker (bb) was going to pass the white van, on the left hand side, while bj was coming up on bb. bj swerves around bb, into the turning lane, flys by him and swerves back into the left lane and eventually into me and then rn. bj and bb apparently got into a fight, i'm sure bj was trying to say that he bb was lying. also, bj thought that i was bb, since a silver sentra and a silver bmw are really similar looking cars. i found out most of the stuff from tommy, my very helpful tow-truck driver. some cool mexican guy that told me to take some advil, whcn i explained to him why i wouldn't, he told me about some time when he was in the hospital. he took a pill to help him get to sleep, and he stayed asleep for twenty-six hours. he also told me to give him a call if i needed a ride or anything, and that if he got a call when i was riding along that i'd have to go help him out. tommy and i went to look at speccy-V, since i hadn't taken a damage assesment yet. my front drivers side wheel is pointing inward. so speccy-V is going to be out of commission for around a week. tommy dropped me off at the mall, where:
around six o'clock some fat seventeen-year-old girl walks out the door and sets off the alarm. i yell "ma'am!" from behind the counter, but she keeps walking. i yell "MATTHEW" at the top of my lungs, since he and charity were in the back and give chase. a lady told me she had gone into the store across the hall so i went in there with no sight of her. i found her in limited too, which is right by my store, on the same side of the mall. she opened her purse, where i found the dvd for "meet the robinsons" with no case and saw a martian manhunter action figure, but didn't think anything of it. i figured she dropped the case in the store, so i made her follow me, while i looked for it. i was talking evenly, which i don't usually do with shoplifters and asked her why she didn't stop when the alarm went off. she told it's cause she has bad hearing (our alarm is real loud), i pointed out she had no problem hearing me, with limited too's music being loud and me speaking quietly. i took her back to the store, where matthew had found the case for the movie and the toy and a piece of an mp3 players packaging. i went back to look for the player, thinking she dumped it, but couldn't find it. matthew also tried looking for it. she tried saying she didn't take it and was puzzled as to why we didn't believe her. her two friends walked in and just started talking to her, one of them grabbed her by the arm and started trying to pull her away. well, the manager comes in from limited too, after security had gotten there, she had found a ps2 controller and 'an american tale' dvd in the dressing room, that the girl had gone into. so we add that too it and it brings it from fourty-five to ninety, which automatically equals a night in jail, and since it's saturday that makes it two. the girl is being a smarmy bitch the whole time, just a total prick, like she doesn't care. saying she'll pay for it (like they all do) and that it's no big deal. the officer lady get's there and they all go into the back. i head back there to tell matthew something and i don't see the officer or the girl, but i do hear them and realize they're in the bathroom. matthew points to a box and there's a huge bag of weed sitting on it. she said the officer had searched her and found a small bag, asked if she had anything on her that would poke or cut the officer, and the girl said no. officer lady put her hands in the girls pockets and was immediately poked by some earring. this pissed officer lady off, which lead to them being in the bathroom, where she pretty much strip-searched her, and then found the big bag of weed in her bra. matthew said something around eight ounces of it. he seemed to know a lot about it, from just looking at it. the thing of it is, matthew said be wouldn't of pressed charges, is she hadn't been being such a prick. i absolutely love it when that happens. i think that beats my story of the kid that tried to steal incense and the cop found pot on him.
this has probably been about the craziest week that i've had, at least since i worked at the pawn shop.
and pictures:
my poor little speccy-V.
red nissan, obviously. i had shot of the back, but i accidentally deleted it.
bj. oh, his real wheel broke off, when he contacted the curb, he was sitting on it, until they moved him. that's a 2008 by the way, brand new. he's as much of prick as you might've already thought he was.
this is bj's friend. he showed up after bj disappeared, into the back of a police car, or where-ever. he was going to try to tell me to not take photos, but the trooper told him i can do whatever i want. bj looks just like him. the bmw is biker bmw's. he actually stopped, though he didn't get hit or anything, and told the troopers what had exactly caused it. which is why we know how fast bj was going.
it's brand new, from the looks of it. i hope it's totaled. it's a cherokee, from the looks of it, and they start at thirty thousand. i hope his insurance fucks him.
and through this and my tires getting slashed. still not mad or upset even. jay say's there's only so far i can get, being apathetic. i seem to be doing well enough.
around six o'clock some fat seventeen-year-old girl walks out the door and sets off the alarm. i yell "ma'am!" from behind the counter, but she keeps walking. i yell "MATTHEW" at the top of my lungs, since he and charity were in the back and give chase. a lady told me she had gone into the store across the hall so i went in there with no sight of her. i found her in limited too, which is right by my store, on the same side of the mall. she opened her purse, where i found the dvd for "meet the robinsons" with no case and saw a martian manhunter action figure, but didn't think anything of it. i figured she dropped the case in the store, so i made her follow me, while i looked for it. i was talking evenly, which i don't usually do with shoplifters and asked her why she didn't stop when the alarm went off. she told it's cause she has bad hearing (our alarm is real loud), i pointed out she had no problem hearing me, with limited too's music being loud and me speaking quietly. i took her back to the store, where matthew had found the case for the movie and the toy and a piece of an mp3 players packaging. i went back to look for the player, thinking she dumped it, but couldn't find it. matthew also tried looking for it. she tried saying she didn't take it and was puzzled as to why we didn't believe her. her two friends walked in and just started talking to her, one of them grabbed her by the arm and started trying to pull her away. well, the manager comes in from limited too, after security had gotten there, she had found a ps2 controller and 'an american tale' dvd in the dressing room, that the girl had gone into. so we add that too it and it brings it from fourty-five to ninety, which automatically equals a night in jail, and since it's saturday that makes it two. the girl is being a smarmy bitch the whole time, just a total prick, like she doesn't care. saying she'll pay for it (like they all do) and that it's no big deal. the officer lady get's there and they all go into the back. i head back there to tell matthew something and i don't see the officer or the girl, but i do hear them and realize they're in the bathroom. matthew points to a box and there's a huge bag of weed sitting on it. she said the officer had searched her and found a small bag, asked if she had anything on her that would poke or cut the officer, and the girl said no. officer lady put her hands in the girls pockets and was immediately poked by some earring. this pissed officer lady off, which lead to them being in the bathroom, where she pretty much strip-searched her, and then found the big bag of weed in her bra. matthew said something around eight ounces of it. he seemed to know a lot about it, from just looking at it. the thing of it is, matthew said be wouldn't of pressed charges, is she hadn't been being such a prick. i absolutely love it when that happens. i think that beats my story of the kid that tried to steal incense and the cop found pot on him.
this has probably been about the craziest week that i've had, at least since i worked at the pawn shop.
and pictures:
my poor little speccy-V.
red nissan, obviously. i had shot of the back, but i accidentally deleted it.
bj. oh, his real wheel broke off, when he contacted the curb, he was sitting on it, until they moved him. that's a 2008 by the way, brand new. he's as much of prick as you might've already thought he was.
this is bj's friend. he showed up after bj disappeared, into the back of a police car, or where-ever. he was going to try to tell me to not take photos, but the trooper told him i can do whatever i want. bj looks just like him. the bmw is biker bmw's. he actually stopped, though he didn't get hit or anything, and told the troopers what had exactly caused it. which is why we know how fast bj was going.
it's brand new, from the looks of it. i hope it's totaled. it's a cherokee, from the looks of it, and they start at thirty thousand. i hope his insurance fucks him.
and through this and my tires getting slashed. still not mad or upset even. jay say's there's only so far i can get, being apathetic. i seem to be doing well enough.
cyberiouse:
OK no offense but i SOOOOOOOOOOO did not read that whole damn thing lol i just kinda looked at the pictures and read the captions what ever it was it seems to be fucked up and i hope things work out for the best for you and the worst for........bj lol