"Wm. Severin Thompson" wrote:
>
> Hey Y'all,
>
> I picked up daughter #2 Emily (12) and went to get a Christmas tree.
> Since my kids don't wake up in my house anymore on Xmas, I find the
> whole season to be a bit of a downer...but... none the less, decided to
> pop for a tree this year.
>
> We're at a stoplight, in the Team Thicko Urban Assault Vehicle 3/4 ton
> Dodge Club Cab 4x4 Cummins Turbo Diesel... the light turns green, and we
> begin to pull away when "WHAM!!!" Someone hits us from behind... hard
> enough to snap my neck back. Luckily we were moving forward, or it would
> have been much worse. I check... Emily's OK, so I walk back to the car
> that hit me to see if they're OK. The woman behind the wheel says "she's
> fine... our car's are fine". Well.. uhh.. no, mines fine, but hers (a
> new black Camaro) is all fucked up. I notice at this point her eyes are
> crossed and she smells like a bar rag. "Have you ben drinking, Ma'am?" I
> ask? "No" she says. At this point, while trying to get out of her car,
> she can't find the brake pedal and drives another 15' smacking into my
> truck again. I reach in and turn her carr off, as she's makin' noise
> about leaving. The cops show up, and at first, she refuses to blow the
> field sobriety breathalizer test. When she finally does, she pops a 2.3.
> (At the station, she popped a 2.6... almost 3 times the legal limit).
>
> The truck looks undamaged... but I'll get it washed and inspected, as
> there's a lot of ice and snow and salt around here these days. My neck's
> a little sore already... so I expect it to be in the AM.
>
> So, the moral to the story boys and girls, is keep your drunk ass off
> the road.
>
> Flounder
>
> Wishing you all the best for the holidays.
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