Jimmy you douche... pt. 2

My car is a killer. It's a zombie. Killer zombie.


First it dies.
It comes back from the dead.
It has rotting metal flesh, missing organs, and a thirst...
A thirst for gas and oil.


My car just had to smash some car to get some fluids and what not.


Damn my car for being big and hindering my sight from smaller vehicles behind me.

I
reversed into another car basically. It only happened because when I
was going to exit from a parking lot, a car was coming in fast and there
is only one exit (a very narrow one might I add). Since I was trying
to get out of the way of the incoming car, I had to reverse. Of course
there just had to be a car behind me that decided to sneak up on me
just right when I was reversing. There was no car there when I looked
in the rear view mirror. I don't see it as my fault. Yes, I backed into
the car but the car came right when I was going and she knew that I
couldn't see her.

The gal had a new car too. I'm glad she was being calm and nice about it. My heart was jumping out of my ribs and my skin was jittering away from me. I was so afraid.

Derek was with me again when my car took some life and chip some paint off a
bumper. My mother has decided that he's my bad luck charm. He just
might be. He just might be. It's okay, if I can insult him with a
compliment, it's all good.


No more driving for me though. Not until it's legit. Now my mom has no choice but to let me take my road test.

[Cue a crack of lightning and roar of thunder]
Now I will laugh maniacally.


I played the "I'm so bored and lonely at home, what do you expect me to
do?" card. I threw in some tears (real ones) and my mom felt bad.
Perhaps she didn't yell at me in Spanish because the same thing happened to her a few months ago.

My mom and I are not bad drivers, we just drive huge vehicles.


I guess I learned another lesson. I stick it to the man again, and I cause some serious damage, but at least I got a cool portable ping pong table out of it!