Last Wednesday, I was involved in a minor fender bender at the parking lot of Barnes & Noble. The police were called, no one was injured, there were minimal cosmetic damages of both our cars. We were both at fault, the police did not even issue tickets.

So imagine my suprise when I got a call both from my insurance company. The other driver filed a claim over the weekend! And I was informed that there was a witness. A witness that did not even come forward when the police was questioning us. This really pisses me off. The other driver claimed that she honked, and that she backed out first. Which is contrary to what actualy happened. And if she thinks that I'll have my insurance company pay for her back bumper that's already falling off because of its rusting, well she is sadly mistaken! It's a good thing I brought my camera with me.

She was driving a 1995 El Dorado... hello! A rust bucket that's holding on for dear life. I hate her stupid face. I tried to look her up on facebook (she's 17), but I couldn't find her. She probably thinks she'll get a new car out of me. Skank!

This bitch thinks that she hit the jackpot because it happened at the wealthy side of town. She think's because my permanent address (my parent's) is on the prominent side of town that she'll get something from me. I fucking drive a Kia for crying out loud. Granted that it's new, but that doesn't necessarily scream big bucks.

This is the extent of the damage to my car.

The moral of the story: I shouldn't have skipped class that day to go to Barnes & Noble.