So there I was, sitting at a light jamming to some Buckcherry. I was waiting for the traffic ahead to clear up on a green light to give me enough room to make it so I wouldn't be sitting in the intersection if the light turned red when I got slammed into by the car coming in behind me. No warning screech of breaks, just the jaring crash. Knocked my flip flops right off my feet.
I put my car in park, threw on my hazards and stepped out. I was honestly a little shocked to see the condition of the other car. The mustang was shooting steam, emblem laying in a growing puddle of radiater fluid, and broken plastic from the headlights. The hood was twisted up pretty good. My bumper had a few scratches and was bent down a little. I love my Toyota Highlander. I go to check on the driver and she's in full hysterics crying and screaming, totally ignoring her ever growing nervous kid in the passengers seat. She called her mom and I called 911 after I calmed her son down. Amazing.
Anyway, so that's how I wasted a good hour of my day on a fifteen minute trip to Wal-Mart. I should have gone to Arlins. I did manage to clean out the truck standing around waiting for the cop to finish up though.
- Alex Camacho
- Crosby, Texas, United States
- Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to 8 different schools (3 elementary, 1 middle school, 4 high schools) and have 1 little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for over ten years now to a woman who rocks my world and I have the greatest ten year old boy anyone could ask for. The rest of my family is adopted. Sally is a big black lab and Bree a red mix of Chow and lab I’m told. Our latest adopted family member is a french bulldog aptly named Stitch for his appearance and personal hygiene habits. The cat that lurks in the office isn’t mine and I make no claims to his ass.
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