Don't mind if the spelling is fucked up, I'm a bit shaky and in shock right now.
After the world's shittiest week of work where I almost found myself on the verge of walking out and quitting tonight was the night to go out and forget it all. The Daniel Wesley band was playing at the Grotto and I've been so excited all week to see them. So even though sleep deprived beyond any description I draaaaged myself into the shower and put a few minutes effort into makeup.
Jessica and I went to the Grotto and engulfed the music hungrily and I found myself swaying in a trance for 2 hours of sweet bliss. I took a shitty video feed to add for blogging purposes.After the band was done and we had our fill we decided that we were done for the eve and went to go to my car to start on the trek home.
But as we found ourselves getting closer to the block it was parked on we saw police tape surrounding the whole block. And glass eveywhere. Evidence of a fender bender or minor mishap for sure and I didn't think too much. Until I went to cross the police tape and round the corner to get my car and they stopped me.
Officer, "You can't go past the tape."
Me, "My car is parked right around the corner."
Officer, looking at where my car would be "You don't have a car anymore."
Rounding the corner I see that he is in fact correct. I do have a car, or what is a semblance of a car. But part of the roof is ripped off, the doors pinned, the wheels are sideways and there is glass and mud everywhere. It's at least 6 feet from where I originally parked it and the bumper and other assorted car parts are strewn many feet from it like they were shotput.
The backstory? Drunk driver. Speed through an intersection. Hit a minivan with people (they are hurt and in hospital) bounced off of them, smooshed my car to pieces, rolled the truck (then throwing him into the intersection) and the truck pretty much imploded. The truck had the roof ripped right off of it and was a heap of scrap metal. (The driver will live and is in thehospital).
I wasn't sure what to do so I did what any person would do. Freak out. But finally I did what I do in every situation. I found humour. I told the cops I was pissed off if only because I did the best parking job I've ever done and he ruined it. All four of them stopped the investigation to fall over laughing. They offered to sell my car back to me with new features such as a "downtown look" of scattered glass and "rooftop airconditioning" from the hole in the roof. We all had a laugh cause it's all you could do in the situation.
Mom made the point that life is alright, that's what insurance is for and it could be a lot worse. Me and Jess could have been in the car when it happened.
So for the next few days I shall be busy between getting the contents out of my car (i couldn't even trytonight with pinned doors and glass) dealing with ICBC and visiting with my parents who have decided to come visit so we can have a nice relazing Easter weekend together....which may now include car shopping after my second car write off in one year. At least this one isn't my fault.
Hope everyone has a good Easter!
UPDATE: Is it ironic that if not for my car he would have gone through the glass insurance building? And that it is the same building I insured my car at 8 months ago?
UPDATE: The police now think the truck lauched and started to roll over my car. So in essense my car was steamrolled. I finally get how annoying that is.