Whoops.

June 18, 2006

Actually, that’s not what I said after I hit the car in front of me Friday on my way home from work (I won’t write here what I said). This was your typical get-hit-and-run: the car I hit didn’t bother to stick around, he took off! This leads me to believe that he must be an extremely dangerous criminal, probably a serial kiler, because why wouldn’t he stick around to get the damages to his car paid for?

So basically, there was one accident in front of me (on the 101 in Montecito). Everyone slammed on their brakes, including me. I made the skid marks to prove it! Unfortunately, it just wasn’t quite good enough. Fortunately, my coworker Chris stopped by with a camera for the photo shoot. What a crappy way to end the week, huh?