It's the riff-raff express (RRE) for me. I was gonna make the 7:20am train... I swear I was.
I was sitting stationary at the stoplight at burnt tavern road and route 70.... when BLAM!!!!!!! I became a frigging crash test dummy (please don't focus on the dummy part)...
some JACKASS with nj plates NRV28H rear-ended MR. T (my car... it has something to do with the license plate & him being black... I digress...)
there's no real damage to mr. t, and the other guy's car has a bit of a dent in it. here's the thing... I didn't get his info because
A) I was flustered.
B) I thought I could make the train
C) I didn't want the RRE this morning since I have a meeting at 10:30 &the RRE gets into nyc at 10:02
D) I didn't realize how much my back would be hurting me half an hour later
I did get the license plate (seen above)... not that I can do anything about it after the fact.
E) mr. t only has about a quarter inch ding in his bumper... and I am starting with a new insurance carrier next week
F) I hadn't had coffee yet (although if I had a cup with me it would've gone all over my new coat and I would've slugged the guy.
G) did I mention I reeeeeally didn't want to be stuck on the RRE - which I am now... and in the same car as a yappy kid? someone get her some nyQuil please.
H) good lord my shoulders are killing me
I) thankfully my foot was firmly on the brake and I was 10 feet behind the SUV in front of me so I didn't hit that
J) I really am pissed now that I think about it. stupid ass saying "your car looks fine, mine has more damage" fuck you you shitty male driver. (no offense, guys)
K) let's see... in the 2.5 years that I drove to work upwards of 140miles a day... no accidents. (except for oct of 2002...but I was driving home from a friend's house) and now that I have 5 miles to trek to the train. accident.
L) I feel bad for leaving mr. t all alone in the parking lot nursing his wounds... I did back him into a spot so he could watch all the trains and other cars drive by (yes. special bond with my car)
M) massage. god I really need a massage.
earplugs in. deep cleansing breaths.
stupid bastard driver. I totally said "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? I don't need this. I have a frigging train to catch" and I saw there wasn't much dented on T and waved my hands and said "forget it... whatever" got back in my car and had to wait for 3 min for the light to change. and missed the good train.
on the bright side... I had coffee. and I don't have to switch at newark.
man my neck is totally stiffening up on me. &!@#*:(
::: plunked in on my treO:::
