Okay this might not be as bad as some of you got it, but when you're desperate for money, and you feel like you're in the hole so deep and something stacks on top of that, it really pisses you off.. with that said:
FUCK I-95!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was on my way to work when this ****** ass company service van cuts me off. I was in a good ass mood even though the fucker slowed down to about 50mph, so I was at my exit (Sunrise, i was going S on 95) so I switch to the far right lane from the middle right lane, as SOON as I get in the lane I see the tread of what looks like a big truck or SUV sitting in the middle of the lane, smiling at me. Could I jerk to the right more towards the shoulder? NO, there was another piece of tread there, and to the left? That big ass VAN. I held my breath and hoped that maybe that shit would go OVER my car, nope, I think the rear of my car actually hopped off the ground for a second. I roll up my windows and turn down the music to listen... It's that sound, the one that sounds like you're driving on a rocky road, the sound of the nuts and screws that held my lip together smacking against the underside of my car. I wanted to be pissed, but of all the bad things happening lately, it did nothing to me. As I begin to slow down up the hill at the red light I hear what I believe to be the fenderwell rubbing up on my wheels, I park the car and run out, and my 5th gen lip is connected on both sides, however the middle is pushed all the way back, having rubbed off on the asphalt of the highway, I notice the traffic stopping so I hop back into my car and continue to drive until I am almost at work where a block of wood happen to lay in the middle of the road, I figured what more damage could that do? It would surpass my expectations as my dragging lip caught the piece of wood and thrusted it up towards the bottom of my car, and back down onto the ground shredding it into pieces, at least from what I see in my rear view. I pull over a block away from my workplace to take a look. I pull out my lip and frantically search my car for zip ties, at least to get rid of the annoying scraping sound of 2 hours of work that was once, to me, a beautiful front lip. So I managed to ziptie one end of the lip to the bumper, which I notice is cracked as well. As I move my hand I noticed something dripping on the drivers side behind the bumper. I take a glance and it looked like water. I pop the hood, and it seems to be my windshield wiper fluids.. oh nothing to worry about then. I then close my hood and turn around to get back on the road. I hit my signal which begins hyper blinking, oh joy, a bulb is broken. So I park at work and get out to look at it again, shaking my head I noticed I was almost late for work. Work passes and I'm back outside with intentions to rip the poor injured lip from its owner. I yank the lip off aggressively, throwing it into the back of my trunk, maybe I could fix it with some bondo... but it'll never be the same because even now my bumper is cracked. I go back up front and noticed how much higher my car looks, trying to be optimistic about it, I realize the things I can go over without worrying now... That was until I noticed a leak of green fluid right under the radiator. It pulls me back to early january when I had purchased a couple cans of dyed freon to help stop leaks that I had fixed, well it leaks. I drive home, not upset, but probably depressed. My brother's suggestion of selling the car started to fill my mind.. and I am confused now, should some moron ram his car into the back of mines, I feel like I wouldn't be surprised anymore...
FUCK I-95 AND THE DUMBASS MORONS WHO LEAVE THEIR FUCKING CHEAP TIRE TREAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD.
I'm buying a sunpass.
FUCK I-95!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was on my way to work when this ****** ass company service van cuts me off. I was in a good ass mood even though the fucker slowed down to about 50mph, so I was at my exit (Sunrise, i was going S on 95) so I switch to the far right lane from the middle right lane, as SOON as I get in the lane I see the tread of what looks like a big truck or SUV sitting in the middle of the lane, smiling at me. Could I jerk to the right more towards the shoulder? NO, there was another piece of tread there, and to the left? That big ass VAN. I held my breath and hoped that maybe that shit would go OVER my car, nope, I think the rear of my car actually hopped off the ground for a second. I roll up my windows and turn down the music to listen... It's that sound, the one that sounds like you're driving on a rocky road, the sound of the nuts and screws that held my lip together smacking against the underside of my car. I wanted to be pissed, but of all the bad things happening lately, it did nothing to me. As I begin to slow down up the hill at the red light I hear what I believe to be the fenderwell rubbing up on my wheels, I park the car and run out, and my 5th gen lip is connected on both sides, however the middle is pushed all the way back, having rubbed off on the asphalt of the highway, I notice the traffic stopping so I hop back into my car and continue to drive until I am almost at work where a block of wood happen to lay in the middle of the road, I figured what more damage could that do? It would surpass my expectations as my dragging lip caught the piece of wood and thrusted it up towards the bottom of my car, and back down onto the ground shredding it into pieces, at least from what I see in my rear view. I pull over a block away from my workplace to take a look. I pull out my lip and frantically search my car for zip ties, at least to get rid of the annoying scraping sound of 2 hours of work that was once, to me, a beautiful front lip. So I managed to ziptie one end of the lip to the bumper, which I notice is cracked as well. As I move my hand I noticed something dripping on the drivers side behind the bumper. I take a glance and it looked like water. I pop the hood, and it seems to be my windshield wiper fluids.. oh nothing to worry about then. I then close my hood and turn around to get back on the road. I hit my signal which begins hyper blinking, oh joy, a bulb is broken. So I park at work and get out to look at it again, shaking my head I noticed I was almost late for work. Work passes and I'm back outside with intentions to rip the poor injured lip from its owner. I yank the lip off aggressively, throwing it into the back of my trunk, maybe I could fix it with some bondo... but it'll never be the same because even now my bumper is cracked. I go back up front and noticed how much higher my car looks, trying to be optimistic about it, I realize the things I can go over without worrying now... That was until I noticed a leak of green fluid right under the radiator. It pulls me back to early january when I had purchased a couple cans of dyed freon to help stop leaks that I had fixed, well it leaks. I drive home, not upset, but probably depressed. My brother's suggestion of selling the car started to fill my mind.. and I am confused now, should some moron ram his car into the back of mines, I feel like I wouldn't be surprised anymore...
FUCK I-95 AND THE DUMBASS MORONS WHO LEAVE THEIR FUCKING CHEAP TIRE TREAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD.
I'm buying a sunpass.
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