May 22nd, 2007

warning

my day yesterday

I was supposed to be visiting my freaking mother...

I was gonna visit mom. I was packed and everything. Was just about to leave. I went to the super market, leaving the parking lot I slowed for roundabout. Looked thoroughly both ways. Slowed down because I was not sure wether the car on the roundabout was going straight or turning, it came into the roundabout fairly sharply. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and hit the breaks. Fucktard starts bashing my hood with his shopping and shaking his fist at me. Knowing I nearly hit him, I tell fucktard NOT to walk in front of my car. Fucktard walks BACKWARDS, in front of more moving cars, to yell at me.   Note:  not ONCE did he tell me he was injured or look in any way injured. I am absolutely CERTAIN I did NOT hit him.

20 mins later, I get a call from the cops, need to make a statement about a hit and run I was involved in. I go to the police station.

Apparently I'm a young male P plater in a silver Xtrail (not infact a 30 year old female in a gold pathfinder) who just made eye contact with this fucker, waved him ACROSS THE ROAD, then accellerated!!!

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

I go to the cop shop, apparently this wack job is attempting to press charges, claiming work cover for his "badly injured knee" which he was fine on when he was walking backwards in front of more trafic on to abuse me at the roundabout, and he's considering a civil case against me for mental/psychological trauma!!!

I have been told not to leave Melbourne untill I hear back from the police.

OH AND THEY GAVE THIS RETARD MY FUCKING NAME AND PHONE NUMBER!!!! while he was at the police station!!! apparently he needed my details for work cover. Right...

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
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