So last night I come home and start chatting online as usual. Around 11-something I hear the squeal of brakes and the crunch of metal. I look outside my window to see some white Honda perpendicular to my car and the one across the street. The front of the Honda is touching the car across the street. I immediately start wondering if my car was damaged. As I keep looking, I see the car restart its engine, quickly back up—NARROWLY missing my car, and drive away. A hit and run. What a bastard. Luckily my car was not hit—now that I think about it, the alarm probably would’ve gone off it it had, and it was silent. Also, the car across the street was an old 1970s Mercury Cougar—a steel boat, if you will—and was undamaged. I bet the Honda has some extensive front end damage, which serves them right. I hope we see them again so that they can get caught. I am not sure if the guy whose car was hit is going to the police, but since he also witnessed it, I will leave that to his discretion. One good thing out of this is that I finally met the new guy who moved in my house. It seems we are both rarely at home, and have never gotten the opportunity to formally meet. After standing around chatting with him, two of his friends, and a guy across the street who also witnessed the event, we called it a night. That was quite enough excitement for one evening!

Posted at 9:43 PM |