Why I hate teenage boys:
So, tonight was going to be a quiet evening. A couple of friends, a couple of rented movies. Just chilling out and having a fun time. We hop in the car and head down to rent those movies... on the way there, we run over three very large rocks. I can't avoid them. It was either drive off the road or into oncoming traffic. I'm just concerned about the tires and dying from the given options, so I have to drive over said rocks.
After some very loud clunks, we have to pull of the road because the car is smoking and banging... the front bumper is horribly bent and the car is leaking something. God knows what it's leaking. We are thankfully just mere miles from home, so I turn on the caution lights and go as fast as the car can, which tops out around 15mph back home.
Afterward, the friends and I walk back to the scene of said accident to discover these rocks were intentionally place on the road. My car is destroyed... and I'm currently sitting here, about as broke as I've ever been in my entire life, wondering how the hell I'm going to fix this.
By the time we called the cops, we were told they probably wouldn't be able to write it up because it had been three hours since the accident. They told me, for future reference, that we should call immediately after it happens.
Thanks. In case I run over some fuckheads idea of a joke in the future, I'll do that first instead of worrying about my car... or my friends... etc.
Regardless... I'm in a tip top mood.
So, tonight was going to be a quiet evening. A couple of friends, a couple of rented movies. Just chilling out and having a fun time. We hop in the car and head down to rent those movies... on the way there, we run over three very large rocks. I can't avoid them. It was either drive off the road or into oncoming traffic. I'm just concerned about the tires and dying from the given options, so I have to drive over said rocks.
After some very loud clunks, we have to pull of the road because the car is smoking and banging... the front bumper is horribly bent and the car is leaking something. God knows what it's leaking. We are thankfully just mere miles from home, so I turn on the caution lights and go as fast as the car can, which tops out around 15mph back home.
Afterward, the friends and I walk back to the scene of said accident to discover these rocks were intentionally place on the road. My car is destroyed... and I'm currently sitting here, about as broke as I've ever been in my entire life, wondering how the hell I'm going to fix this.
By the time we called the cops, we were told they probably wouldn't be able to write it up because it had been three hours since the accident. They told me, for future reference, that we should call immediately after it happens.
Thanks. In case I run over some fuckheads idea of a joke in the future, I'll do that first instead of worrying about my car... or my friends... etc.
Regardless... I'm in a tip top mood.