I was supposed to get home Thursday night. That didn’t happen. On the way to the airport Thursday morning, some asshole rearended me and Karin, totaled her car and then fled the scene. He knocked us into the car in front of us. SHE fled the scene. My introduction to California drivers? Not going so well. NO one even stopped to see if we were all right. Fuckers.
So we spend the afternoon in the ER. I have to call my husband to tell him Im going to miss my flight (obviously) and he spends all afternoon trying to get me onto another one. (Gotta love him) So Karin’s husband takes me back to the airport to catch an 11:35 flight out of San Francisco only I had to fly all the way to Atlanta before I could hook back to Houston. Got into Atlanta at 7 something in the morning, then had a five and a half layover because all the flights to Houston were booked. I’m tired, sore as hell, stiff and cranky.
Finally get into Houston at 1pm and then have an hour and a half drive home.
The good thing is both Karin and I were wearing our seatbelts, otherwise we would have ended up on the hood of her car. Jerkwad never even braked before impact. No skid marks, no squeal of tires, no nothing. Just wham.
Even better, however, is that an off duty cop witnessed the accident, chased down the asshole after he drove around us and careened across four lanes of traffic to hit the next exit. :nunchuk: