I don�t really understand why there are still crosswalks. Maybe in small towns like where I�m from it is cool to wave and shit after making someone stop for you with no red light to coax them. One crosswalk by this McDonalds I go to when I feel like eating the real 5 star expensive shit reminds me of some sick game. Because I�m a narcissist if there is a crosswalk I will walk out into it. I don�t even always look both ways I just EXPECT the driver to see me and follow the rules of the road and stop. In this day and age these are very unfortunate expectations and I am going to get myself killed. Walking around with me in a crosswalk area [the whole city] is like walking around with a 5 year old. I�ve had so many shirts ruined from people grabbing my back so I don�t get killed I may as well just wear a string bikini and take advantage of the topless laws that people thought were cool for about a day.
Crosswalks help people hold on to nostalgia, give a metropolitan city a feeling of the olden days a feeling I can�t let go of and risk my life for. I�ll look both ways when I jaywalk but I feed into the sick game of beating the car through the cross walk. I also love swearing kicking and yelling at people who almost run me over. Throwing my hands up, making a scene pointing to the crosswalk lines. But they gotta go before I die they have to.
Drivers in Vancouver have enough trouble stopping at red lights and hit people everyday. I wonder if I�d feel guiltier hitting someone blowing a red or blowing a crosswalk. I got rid of my car years ago but I learned to drive in the north in every �northern� condition you can imagine and my father is in a job where growing up I HAD to be good driver or it would A. get back to him FAST and B. I�d make him look bad. I gotta tell you about this one time it was awesome but not but totally awesome.
Terrace has a one lane bridge right�I graduated high school there [I mention this only because I mention three separate northern towns on here a lot and I can imagine it gets kind of confusing if you are regular reader or not whatever I�m just trying to be considerate] when I graded we had a two lane bridge it had been there I think maybe ten years I remember part of the time we lived in Smithers that Terrace still only had the one bridge or maybe it was when we lived in Surrey and my Dad was traveling down there. [the two towns are about two hours apart and I lived in both for almost the same time each] Anyways now you can use both. I was parked waiting to head across and there was one car in front of me. On the out of town side the first car is always completely flat and then from the second car up there is a gradual increase in non flatness. I have always driven standard. Automatics are for pussies although I would buy one living in the city and have never had a problem admitting I�m a pussy anyway. So I have one foot on the clutch and my other foot on the break and I illegally turn back to grab something from my back seat. When I turn back around there is a woman not even a scary one knocking on my window. I roll it down and she tells me I rear ended her. OK. I was 18, I didn�t care at all I knew I hadn�t done anything it didn�t even register with me and I didn�t tell my Dad. I have had only two speeding tickets in my life and having to tell my Dad was scary like being scared is times ten. I didn�t think it was necessary to tell him which means it was nothing.
I�m at work one day and my Dad calls me he asks me �were you in an accident at the bridge on such and such yadda yadda� I�m all snotty teenager �umm no like I think I�d of like told you like holy look where you work OH YEAH WAIT A MINUTE� so I tell him what happened. I have never had a very good memory but still. I get off the phone and less than five minutes later the lady walks in and says something to the affect of she just reported what happened and I�m sorry but my back and neck really hurt and you did rear end me excreta while I stare blankly at her without missing a beat and quickly explain that I KNOW my dad works there he JUST called and although because it involves me he can�t handle it as my DAD he of course called and asked me about it.
JAW smashed into the floor too bad about her face.
The people came and looked at my car they measured my seat belt my bumper proving right then and there not only was I not lying but there had been no impact period. But then she actually had the balls to sue me I don�t know if she just thought my Dad working there superseded the law so he could some how get me out of doing NOTHING but talk about moron you�ve already been caught and then you sue me? Turned out she�d been ripping this company off on other claims and mine was not the only one but you�d think when not only do you get caught but you get caught because you �fake hit� someone who�s father works at the company you�d get your head out of your ass but nope. Needless to say she lost I still have all the paper work from being served although I was not there I had already moved out by this time and it was for some ridiculous amount too. I was really pissed though holy I could not believe that she had backed her car up to make it look like I had hit her and was suing ME. I should have been suing HER.
I basically learned that asshole con artists live in small towns too and that being sued is fun only if you know you are going to win.
