31st
fourth fifths of the wesabe engineering team in car accident, much yelping.
HERE’S A STORY ABOUT THURSDAY.
We were driving back from lunch in Brad’s car when this fuck made an unprotected left turn in front of us. All of sudden the car is filled with smoke and air bags and bad smelling stuff. Sam lost his shoe for a little bit.
We get out and we’re in the middle of a fucking intersection. I swear to God, the first thing I remember was this woman driving by slowly, saying, “You guys were in an accident!”
THANK YOU, MISS HELPER PERSON.
The driver of the van was this fat guy wearing the tshirt of a really bad 80s Marvel comic (I instantly hated him even more for this) and when I asked him if he was okay, he covered his face with his hands and his first words were, “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.” He was that guy.
How do these people find me?
He then told us this could not happen at a worse time and that he was moving to South Dakota next Tuesday. “Not anymore, you aren’t”, was my response.
Before we parted ways, I looked down at his stupid Marvel Comics tshirt, looked back up at him, and said “Secret Wars sucked, by the way.”
May not mean much to you, but for me, it was for the win.
So we move the car to the side of the road and we’re standing there while Brad talks to his insurance company. Then, this guy in a clip on suit and tie (yes, a clip on suit) walks up and says “You guys were in the accident?” and I look at the fucked up car and say, “Well, we were in that fucked up car.”
He hands me a card that says “Enterprise Rent A Car, Branch Manager” and says,”If you guys need a rental, I’ll hook you up.”
You don’t get to be Branch Manager for nothing, I guess.
The boss now won’t let us drive anywhere.
Hope you’re all well.
n.j.l.
