I just remembered the highlight of the day (had this been a normal week).
I almost got run off the road by some dipshit in a silver rice burner of some sort. While I was on my way downtown this morning, some moron, was passing people on the breakdown lane and at one point he swerved onto the normal lanes and decided to pass me right as we were coming up to some slow moving cars so he cut into my lane from the right lane and he actually clipped the Bronco (I'll be using my mom's Bronco for a week or two until Winona is ship... errrr car shape again).
So, I had to waste half an hour sitting by the side of the road because since it was a hit and run, I had to report it to the P.D. and wait for an officer to take my statement. Believe it or not, this is the second time in the last 3 years that this has happened. In neither case was it all that exciting... if anything its mostly just annoying that people can be such complete and utter morons when they're behind the wheel. The one good thing of having some experience in this matter is that I had the foresight to memorize the dipshit's license plate, so I gave that to the 911 dispatch. Of course then the officer who took my statement said that it was unlikely that anything would/could be done to whoever was driving, but at least I know that this won't come back to bite me in the ass someday. I seem to recall that leaving the scene of an accident is a semi significant crime, one that I would rather not get hassled about.
The funny thing being that while I was sitting there by the side of the road, I actually burst out in actual honest laughter. It was just such an absurd thing to happen. Are the powers that be trying to tell me something? If so, I'm in trouble, because I’m not getting the message :).... It was yet another surreal moment in my life of late. Sitting in my car laughing my ass off because some jack ass with a quasi-fast (and ugly) car hit me.... It helped that the Bronco didn't have a scratch on it and I suspect that the rice burner might have done some damage to it's rear quarter panel (bwahahahah, tremble before my Maibatsu Monstrosity!!!!... 20 points if you can name the reference)....
So - yeah, that little bit of excitement totally slipped my mind until just now. On any other week I would have been ranting and raving about something like that all day, but today, I'm just glad that things are ok and that they might even turn out to be really cool (depending on P's actions and my father's following of doctor's orders)...
I guess it just goes to show that sometimes life is just a matter or perspective.
PS - Before anyone gets too worried about driving in El Paso, I will point out that I normally drive between 400-600 every week (that comes out to somewhere between 20,800 - 31,200 miles per year, not counting road trips) . I've had quite a few car adventures in the last 3 or so years, but if you break it down by miles driven it's actually nothing too significant.