Anybody who's been the victim of a hit-and-run will most likely enjoy this story.
About 2 AM today, I was sitting in my room when I heard a loud screech of tires, the unmistakable sound of car-on-car action, and another squealing of tires. I ran outside, saw my neighbor's car had been hit (left side of the trunk caved in, rear driver's side door won't open, paint all along the side. Believe it or not, that's GOOD...if the tire tracks are any indication, he also came within a hair's breadth of caroming off my mom's car), and looked at the car speeding away. I ran towards my car, then noticed...hey, wait, the guy's stopping. Maybe he's turning around and leaving a note.
Oh, I was mistaken. The motherfucker lives on my street.
I got in my car, waited a minute, drove down the street, and saw a red Toyota sitting there. The front passenger's side was shattered, headlight totally missing (including the turn signal, which we found at the scene of the accident), and the car was still warm. I took down the license plate number, model/make of the car, then drove back and woke up my neighbor. After some (totally understandable) cursing, we called the police and had a report filed. They're at his house right now performing sobriety tests, and--from what I saw a few minutes ago--he's failing miserably.
I'm eagerly awaiting the results of the report.
About 2 AM today, I was sitting in my room when I heard a loud screech of tires, the unmistakable sound of car-on-car action, and another squealing of tires. I ran outside, saw my neighbor's car had been hit (left side of the trunk caved in, rear driver's side door won't open, paint all along the side. Believe it or not, that's GOOD...if the tire tracks are any indication, he also came within a hair's breadth of caroming off my mom's car), and looked at the car speeding away. I ran towards my car, then noticed...hey, wait, the guy's stopping. Maybe he's turning around and leaving a note.
Oh, I was mistaken. The motherfucker lives on my street.
I got in my car, waited a minute, drove down the street, and saw a red Toyota sitting there. The front passenger's side was shattered, headlight totally missing (including the turn signal, which we found at the scene of the accident), and the car was still warm. I took down the license plate number, model/make of the car, then drove back and woke up my neighbor. After some (totally understandable) cursing, we called the police and had a report filed. They're at his house right now performing sobriety tests, and--from what I saw a few minutes ago--he's failing miserably.
I'm eagerly awaiting the results of the report.