Well, hello. This is the first adventure column. Well for those of you that don't know, I totaled my 4-runner. Yep, I
was just zoning out I guess, because I really didn't see the car coming so I didn't yield. I then proceeded to get hit by
a Honda Accord... a 98 Honda Accord. So today Amy and I tried to go down and get my stuff out
of the impound lot. Actually it wasn't my stuff, when I got in the
wreck I was hauling a whole load of boxes for my friend Eric. So
the back of my car was completely full of plastic containers holding
"I have no idea what," so it was very important that we get the
stuff, and figure out if we can get my car out of storage there. It
was even more important that I get the car out of storage because
I had to pay $15 dollars a day for however long its in there and I
seeing as I am a poor college student that is going to hurt me in
the long run. So Amy called me at 9 o'clock and said "we have to
go down and meet the guy there at 10. So I sat up, looked over
and noticed that my dorm room door was open for no reason. This
guy, Ben, walked by as soon as I sat up and just stared at me for a
second. I probably would have if I were him as well seeing that I
had really no idea what was going on at the time. So I sat up,
changed my shirt, I had been wearing it for quite awhile. Does it
make sense to you that I put on the same clothes that I was
wearing the day before even after I shower? I don't understand, but
So I got back in the
car just as Amy was
getting off the
phone with the
man. Turns out I
wouldn't be able to
get in my car at all.
Not even if I had
the citation, the
insurance card with
my name and my
dad's on it, and my
proper ID. ARGH.
After finding this out we drove around the
impound lot hoping that we could still at least see
the car even though the guy wouldn't be showing
up, and even though we wouldn't be able to get in
to retrieve Eric's stuff. But we didn't even see it, but i saw a big broken fence that was
supposed to be protecting the contents of the cars, hopefully someone stole all the
stuff. That would make this perfect. I wanted a picture but Amy said no. So then we
drove away, without anything except the knowledge that I had to get my dad to send
them a notarized letter saying that I could get in the car. Amy concluded that God was probably pissed off at me, CURSES!!! I knew I
should have went to temple. or mass. or perhaps some occult ritual where I skin a cat and have to put it in a burlap sack and swing it
over my head at midnight to get rid of the angry demons that have been ruining my crops. or even more likely, I should have known
before we even left that I would need my dad to send a letter saying that I could look at the car because it was in his name after all.
Yeah, I think that one is probably it. I'll keep you updated on the situation, and hopefully next time there will be pictures of my car.
...Getting my car back...
The Sky that day, think it was warning us?
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that is a discussion for another time. So I get up and grab my digital camera, at this point I'm planning on taking pictures to put up on
the site. Then I run downstairs and out in front of Converse Hall, the main building at Westminster (where I am going to college), and
then wait at the roundabout sort of thing. Then Amy drove in and stopped. I jumped in her car and was told to hold one of the various
empty cups all over her car, they aren't plastic throwaway cups but they're glass ones from her house. So I sat it in my lap with my
camera and a notebook of hers, and she ended up buying me a scone, it was nice. But this isn't about scones so I digress. We
continued to drive and we talked about the car for a little while, then we both realized that seeing as the car was registered to my
dad, Kenneth, there was probably no way we could get my stuff. Amy pulled into some random parking lot, and decided to call the
guy and ask. I got out of the car to get a picture of the sky, because I noticed it was angry and to get one of Amy's new Carolla.
Amy's car, unlike mine, it isn't wrecked.
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