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well, hell.
i guess i'm going to have to dig up that lady's number that helped me when i fell and get me a lawyer.
hellfire.
i did a lot this morning -- dropped the poopage off (diagnosis tomorrow, at least to type and genus; otherwise, it's definitely some kind of worm creature) and then to the post office. caught up wiff my mailman (heh!) and exchanged pleasantries (and maybe a kiss or two) and then on to the dealership to have my new plates put on.
i stopped at the store and asked to speak to the manager, and i was asked if i had an appointment.
why, no i don't. do i need to call and make one?
no, that's all right. hang on a minute. (i sure hope she didn't give herself a rupture.)
said store manager wasn't quite as nice as he was the first time we met (that would have been when i was on my ass on the sidewalk after slipping on a patch of ice that hadn't been sanded, crying my eyeballs out, but hey, no big deal) especially after i explained my knee is getting worse, i have no insurance and i'm not sure what to do from here.
he said, i can't tell you what to do, you have to do what's right for you. (WTF? DUH. i understand THAT part. jeezuz wept.) he said, oh, i remember you, you were staying at the hotel...
yes, that's right (thinking, what difference does THAT make? where i live? WTF difference does that make??) but i've moved.
i need your address, phone number and email. (i gave it to him when i fell. but hey, he can have it again.)
okay. do you need the phone number of the woman who saw the whole thing and stopped to help me? because i have that, if you need it.
no, i'm sure i have it on the accident report. (accident report? i never saw an accident report, never signed one, nothing.) it may take a few days, but someone will get back to you.
why, thank you. thanks so much. have a nice day. (in the meantime, i guess i can just whack off.)
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i should have listened to Mister Gee and lay on the sidewalk screaming for an ambulance. *sigh* i am so incredibly stupid sometimes i just want to slap myself.
****
okay, i just felt the need to vent that out.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
i guess i'm going to have to dig up that lady's number that helped me when i fell and get me a lawyer.
hellfire.
i did a lot this morning -- dropped the poopage off (diagnosis tomorrow, at least to type and genus; otherwise, it's definitely some kind of worm creature) and then to the post office. caught up wiff my mailman (heh!) and exchanged pleasantries (and maybe a kiss or two) and then on to the dealership to have my new plates put on.
i stopped at the store and asked to speak to the manager, and i was asked if i had an appointment.
why, no i don't. do i need to call and make one?
no, that's all right. hang on a minute. (i sure hope she didn't give herself a rupture.)
said store manager wasn't quite as nice as he was the first time we met (that would have been when i was on my ass on the sidewalk after slipping on a patch of ice that hadn't been sanded, crying my eyeballs out, but hey, no big deal) especially after i explained my knee is getting worse, i have no insurance and i'm not sure what to do from here.
he said, i can't tell you what to do, you have to do what's right for you. (WTF? DUH. i understand THAT part. jeezuz wept.) he said, oh, i remember you, you were staying at the hotel...
yes, that's right (thinking, what difference does THAT make? where i live? WTF difference does that make??) but i've moved.
i need your address, phone number and email. (i gave it to him when i fell. but hey, he can have it again.)
okay. do you need the phone number of the woman who saw the whole thing and stopped to help me? because i have that, if you need it.
no, i'm sure i have it on the accident report. (accident report? i never saw an accident report, never signed one, nothing.) it may take a few days, but someone will get back to you.
why, thank you. thanks so much. have a nice day. (in the meantime, i guess i can just whack off.)
****
i should have listened to Mister Gee and lay on the sidewalk screaming for an ambulance. *sigh* i am so incredibly stupid sometimes i just want to slap myself.
****
okay, i just felt the need to vent that out.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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