Sol (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} solfood) wrote,@ 2007-11-12 11:01:00 |
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fender-bender
So, saturday was an interesting and fun day. the previous statement is true on the basis of a number of reasons, of which only one I intend to delve into.
The time is 1:30 AM. Will and I have just left my friend poq's apartment. We are driving along, talking, as it begins to rain. Suddenly in front of us brake lights appear. I hit the brakes. The brakes brake...and then they do not, they skid on the fresh rainwater. We collide with the stopped car in front of us. soon I am standing in cold air in the rain shaking from cold and shock.
Apparently, the trigger for this late night pile-up was a police car and ambulance with lights on about to enter the road we were on via a side road. a taxi driver decided that he should stop quickly to allow them to turn onto the road easier. however, this resulted in the car behind him running into him, which in turn resulted in myself performing the aforementioned skidding into the second car. then, ironically, the cop and ambulance safely make their turn onto the street and drive off.
I exit my vehicle to a hollywood-esque scene. The accented, likely foreign, taxi cab driver is arguing with the two sassy african-american women from the second car. the taxi's customers walk off at this point. voices are raised and insults are slung back and forth. I cannot remember them all (shock and cold, if you recall), and even if I did some would be a tad vulgar. I do, however, remember one of the women partially pulling down her pants (in the rain) and slapping her rear at the taxi driver. it might have been more humorous to me at the time had i not been very tired and cold.
so we have foreign taxi cab driver, sassy black ladies, and one giant and one skinny white man standing outside in the cold rain at 1:45 on a sunday morning. it was a bit surreal. thankfully, we determined that no one was injured and all the cars had minimal damage, nothing bad really. but of course before we could exchange information, more police cars and another ambulance come to check on us to see if we are alright. (if you recall, a police car and ambulance did see part of the accident and more than likely called it in).
so then we had to drive to the police station a few blocks away to fill out a police report, which took 30-45 more minutes. foreign taxi cab driver was not very happy and was fairly agitated, since it seemed like the taxi company was going to hit him with a fine regardless of anything else. more arguing took place as Will and I quietly looked on. mercifully, my old Wisconsin plates did not cause any more trouble.
we were finally able to leave around 2:30. my front license plate is bent up like a wadded piece of parchment, and my driving nerves are a little jarred, but that seems to be about it. thank God I was alert and awake even though I was tired, else it could have been worse. oh Chicago, what an interesting place you are.
So, saturday was an interesting and fun day. the previous statement is true on the basis of a number of reasons, of which only one I intend to delve into.
The time is 1:30 AM. Will and I have just left my friend poq's apartment. We are driving along, talking, as it begins to rain. Suddenly in front of us brake lights appear. I hit the brakes. The brakes brake...and then they do not, they skid on the fresh rainwater. We collide with the stopped car in front of us. soon I am standing in cold air in the rain shaking from cold and shock.
Apparently, the trigger for this late night pile-up was a police car and ambulance with lights on about to enter the road we were on via a side road. a taxi driver decided that he should stop quickly to allow them to turn onto the road easier. however, this resulted in the car behind him running into him, which in turn resulted in myself performing the aforementioned skidding into the second car. then, ironically, the cop and ambulance safely make their turn onto the street and drive off.
I exit my vehicle to a hollywood-esque scene. The accented, likely foreign, taxi cab driver is arguing with the two sassy african-american women from the second car. the taxi's customers walk off at this point. voices are raised and insults are slung back and forth. I cannot remember them all (shock and cold, if you recall), and even if I did some would be a tad vulgar. I do, however, remember one of the women partially pulling down her pants (in the rain) and slapping her rear at the taxi driver. it might have been more humorous to me at the time had i not been very tired and cold.
so we have foreign taxi cab driver, sassy black ladies, and one giant and one skinny white man standing outside in the cold rain at 1:45 on a sunday morning. it was a bit surreal. thankfully, we determined that no one was injured and all the cars had minimal damage, nothing bad really. but of course before we could exchange information, more police cars and another ambulance come to check on us to see if we are alright. (if you recall, a police car and ambulance did see part of the accident and more than likely called it in).
so then we had to drive to the police station a few blocks away to fill out a police report, which took 30-45 more minutes. foreign taxi cab driver was not very happy and was fairly agitated, since it seemed like the taxi company was going to hit him with a fine regardless of anything else. more arguing took place as Will and I quietly looked on. mercifully, my old Wisconsin plates did not cause any more trouble.
we were finally able to leave around 2:30. my front license plate is bent up like a wadded piece of parchment, and my driving nerves are a little jarred, but that seems to be about it. thank God I was alert and awake even though I was tired, else it could have been worse. oh Chicago, what an interesting place you are.
