bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- world's worst salesman ok, ready for this one? i was in my first car accident. This is how it happened: I'm driving along missouri(!!!) ave, and the car infront of me decides to make a left turn, no blinker. so i come to a stop, because that's all i can do and look back into my rear view mirror and see the truck behind me rushing at me, but there's nothing i can do with this car infront of me so i'm thinking 'oh, he's going to..'. WHAM! i'm shaking so bad, and i get out of my car and these two guys get out of their truck and i walk back and i see how smashed in their fender and grill are and i look at betty's bumper and nothing. Not.a.damn.thing. there's a small gouge, about the size of a pencil point. but that's it. my neck is sore as shit this morning, but i figure, hey, that's why god made bumpers, so i said i'm not going to do anyhting about it. but i got the guys name and address, just incase i see spewing anti-freeze or something. but here's the kicker. He sees i have 'south east' as part of my address, and he asked me if i have cable television. (actually, he had to ask me a couple of times, because he had a really *really* think jamacian accent and i couldn't tell what the fuck he was saying) and i said no, and he fucking gives me a booklet for starpower cable services. The mother fucker plows into the back of my car, and then tries to sell me cable. I think he needs to find himself a more economical sales tactic. 2:45 p.m. - 2001-07-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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