Exciting day. I was on my way to work today, and hit a deer! I guess that's something that everyone has to do, at least once in their life... Or, so I hear... I'm innocent, though. I didn't intentionally kill Bambi. You've gotta hear my side of the story "Before You Accuse Me." I was in the fast lane, right? There was a slow car in front of me, so I got over in the right lane to pass this slow poke. As I was passing the guy I saw a deer in the corner of my right eye... It just, literally, came out of nowhere... And,
BOOM!!! I saw it flopping around on the shoulder of the road behind me. Then, I saw glass all around me... Then, I saw my busted windshield... Then, I saw that my side mirror was gone... So, I made the decision to just go on to work. What's the use in stopping, huh? I was running late as it was, and there was no point in stopping. The deer was dead, and there wasn't any danger in anyone else hitting it, and my car was dead. I just maintained my speed, and pretended like it never even happened... Until I got at the grocery store... Then, I was mad! The whole passenger's side of my awesome Mustang was, pretty much, ripped off by the roots! From the front bumper to the back bumper. And, as if to add insult to injury, the deer
POOPED on my back fender! I was the center of attention at work. That was pretty neat. Kinda took my mind off being so mad. And, in a weird turn of events, the insurance company is actually going to pay for the damages! I figure there's
AT LEAST $5,000 worth of damage, maybe more. So, I guess they'll be fixing the old Thanksgiving injuries to the car, too, because the deer's damage was, pretty much, right on top of the old damage. "Everything happens for a reason." Heh heh. So, eventually, I'll be driving a flawless car again. It'll probably take them, like, a month to fix the car, but at least they're going to fix it... Probably raise my insurance rates through the roof... But, they're fixing it... They're going to put a new windshield in Friday, but they're not even going to do an estimate until the 18th, so it's hard to say when they'll actually get around to fixing it... And, they're not going to get me a rental car, so that's kinda mean! I can't get my old Beretta back on the road, because the motor is dead. Mom is going to be my taxi cab for a while. That sucks! Anyway, here's the proof:
My boss said, "You'll always remember what song you were listening to when you hit that deer." And, I do. Nirvana's "Curmudgeon." =)
In other news, my jury duty stint is over! I didn't even have to serve any, and they're going to give me 80 bucks! How cool is that?
