clutchdust
Millionaire Playboy
I have been trying to think of different ways to title this thread. Came up with:
There is a God, and he hates me.
I hate people.
Two steps forward, one step back.
But I think "shit luck" pretty much sums up my life in general.
Story is, the Mrs was driving home Saturday night. She had a great day, I had a pretty good day. We should have known some cosmic power was about to slap us down for daring to think life doesn't always suck. Of course, it's getting dark earlier and this is about 6:30, just after sundown. I get a call from her and she says, "I hit something. It looked like a car hood".
Fuck.
She gets home and sure enough, car is banged.
We jump in the truck and go to the site, on the freeway right before our exit. I find various parts of what I think is some kind of heavy gauge stainless steel kitchen countertop kind of thing. Shit is like 16 gauge stainless. There was another car there, another lady ran over the shit and it cut her tire. Neither of them actually saw the asshole that dropped this shit. I'm betting it was some fucking messicans that carry six hundred pounds worth of broken shit in the back of an S-10 held in by 13'7" of fishing line. Can't prove it, but we have enough of them that it's a fair bet.
The good news is I don't think anything structural or mechanical got hurt. I crawled underneath and checked but saw nothing of major concern.
Bad news is the front bumper cover is toast.
Without further venting, here you go.
There is a God, and he hates me.
I hate people.
Two steps forward, one step back.
But I think "shit luck" pretty much sums up my life in general.
Story is, the Mrs was driving home Saturday night. She had a great day, I had a pretty good day. We should have known some cosmic power was about to slap us down for daring to think life doesn't always suck. Of course, it's getting dark earlier and this is about 6:30, just after sundown. I get a call from her and she says, "I hit something. It looked like a car hood".
Fuck.
She gets home and sure enough, car is banged.
We jump in the truck and go to the site, on the freeway right before our exit. I find various parts of what I think is some kind of heavy gauge stainless steel kitchen countertop kind of thing. Shit is like 16 gauge stainless. There was another car there, another lady ran over the shit and it cut her tire. Neither of them actually saw the asshole that dropped this shit. I'm betting it was some fucking messicans that carry six hundred pounds worth of broken shit in the back of an S-10 held in by 13'7" of fishing line. Can't prove it, but we have enough of them that it's a fair bet.
The good news is I don't think anything structural or mechanical got hurt. I crawled underneath and checked but saw nothing of major concern.
Bad news is the front bumper cover is toast.
Without further venting, here you go.