Send her a freshly washed cat
Guy
Well now Clapton sang a bit of that but I don't quite know who sang the rest
!
----- Original Message -----
From: Jeff Boatright <jboatri@emory.edu>
To: <spridgets@autox.team.net>
Sent: 23 September 1999 13:12
Subject: Another spridget hit!
> Spridgeteers,
>
> I just have to grouse. I was rear-ended last night while sitting at a red
> light. I think my wife is right - I live the cloistered life behind ivy
> walls because I'm just astounded at the stupidity of people. Of course, we
> won't go into my pattern of doing at least one truly stupid thing
> everyday...
>
> Anyway, lady pulls up behind me at a light IN AN SUV (several IQ points
> lost right there), stops, then rolls into me while digging for a ciggy-poo
> in her purse (double loss of IQ points for smoking and hitting me - at
> least she wasn't also on the cell phone). I jump out to check the damage,
> and she's somehow managed to stall the truck in a panic. So of course the
> first thing she does is try to restart and grinds into the rear-end even
> more (damn SUV was probably running on 5 cylinders - it was not new).
> Sensing that we had a real winner here, I told her to pull the key out of
> the ignition because she's just rolled into me and she wouldn't be going
> anywhere for a while. She still had the deer in the headlights look, so I
> told her to get out of her truck and give me her insurance info. The
damage
> was very light - she bumped into the tag light plinth and pushed it in
> maybe a quarter inch. I was happy to just get info from her and be done,
> but then she refused to admit that she'd bumped me. So, too bad for her. I
> called the police and after a long 10 minutes of having to listen to this
> person babbling on, a cruiser pulled up. Of course, the woman immediately
> claimed that I rolled back into her. Typical. Anyway, she got cited for
> following too close, plus her tag was overdue (surprise) plus her
insurance
> had lapsed (surprise). If the poor misguided soul had just made nice and
> fessed up, I wouldn't have pursued this at all. Looking at the damage in
> the light of day, I could probably pound it out with a rubber mallet. But,
> I guess I'll just let the bodyshop do that. Gee, now I need to figure out
> where to go - a Mercedes dealership or a Jag dealership? Seriously, I'll
> just take it to the lbc shop, let them look it over to make sure I haven't
> missed anything (doubtful), have them pound it out, and just give her the
> option to cut me a check for the shop time. As it is, I think the
policeman
> did her an incredible favor by not citing her for the lapsed insurance and
> the expired tag. This was of course totally lost on her. When I left the
> scene, she was still whining to him about her miserable life. I think I'll
> write the patrolman's chief to let him know this guy did a good job in at
> least calming the woman - she lost it several times before he arrived.
>
> Blues, dispair, and agony on me. Deep, dark depression, excessive misery.
> If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Blues, dispair, and
> agony on me.
> -Bonus points: who sang that and where?
>
> Jeff
>
> Jeff Boatright '65 Sprite MkIII __o_\__
> http://userwww.service.emory.edu/~jboatri/
>
>
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