Ok this all starts yesterday evening when i got home from work. I drove home, same as i always do, and when i got to my parking lot, there were 4 kids on thier bicycles. 3 of them took off, and the 4th one was trying to follow. I stopped my car and waited for her to get out of my way, but instead of going foreward, she slowly started drifting towards the Mustang. I said “watch out!” but she didnt hear me. WATCH OUT! i said a lot louder, but she kept getting closer to my car. “HEY LOOKOUT!!” is this kid fucking deaf? im thinking and then I happened to notice that her bike didnt have anything covering the metal on her handlebars, and i said HEY DONT HIT MY CAR! Thunk! she hit my car. then she goes “oh , darn” and takes off. I had no idea who this kid is or where she went, but i pulled into my parking spot, got out and looked at the car and sure enough, theres a scratch. Its not very big, but i dont really like how she said o darn and rode away. I looked around for her and she was nowhere, so i told Angie what happened and she called and talked to the office. The lady up there said she had an idea who the kid was and where she lived. They also talked about the rules of the apartment complex, and how kids are supposed to be accompanied by adults, keep bikes and skateboards on the sidewalks only, blah blah blah. We made it a point to be concerned about the kids safety too.
Fast forward to today after work- I caught someone that works in the office and gave a description of the little girl, and he told me who her grandmother is and what apartment she lives in. He also said that she’s a nice understanding lady and i shouldnt have any problem talking to her. so i went home for a while, collected my thoughts, and went to her door. This little old mexican lady answers the door. i told her who i was and i was there because i think her little girl ran into my car with her bike. She immediately went on the offensive. When i told her she was riding with 3 other kids she said i have to prove which one hit my car. When i started telling her anything pretty much she interrupted me with a retarded question, even tho i told her the bike that hit my car was sitting in her living room. basically, i got nowhere except pissed off. I tried to handle this like a grown up, and look what it got me. So, I came home, grabbed the phone and called the police to file a formal report. About 30 minutes later, the police officer shows up, and I told him everything that i just told you. When he asked what i wanted out of this, i just said someone has to pay to fix it. Then, i walked over to her apartment with the officer, showed him where she lived, and then i went and hung out back by his car for a few minutes. While i was standing there, 3 people walk up. A little girl, some old indian lady, and i think like a teenager i dont know i wasnt payin attention to her cuz she didnt talk to me. The little girl asked why i called the cops on her grandma. i said we just have to take care of some business. Then the old indian lady started asking me a bunch of questions. She had none of the facts straight, and smelled alot like booze. so i told her “dont talk to me, your drunk”. so she wandered over and started talkin to the police man. I was like Yesssss! cuz she was sloshed haha. Basically after that i went back to my apartment and waited for the officer to come back and tell me what happened.
About 10 minutes later the cop came back to talk to me. He said that he talked to the little girl’s mom, who immediately blew up at the little girl. She yelled and yelled. The little girl, who is 7 years old, admitted to the police man that she ran into my car with her bike. She thought the cop was there to arrest her and take her to jail. (i cant help but chuckle when i think about that). He told me that my best bet was to get some touch up paint and touch it up, cuz they didnt look like they have much money. Then he advised me not to file a police report because of some “live harmoniously” clause in my lease, filing a police report could get me kicked out of here, so i let that go, but um touch up paint? my ass. thats not how Dad would do it. somehow, sometime tomorrow, i’m taking it in for an estimate and they will still see the bill. I would be nicer if things had gone differently. I think the lesson here is
“Acting as a civil adult only works around other civil adults.” (i wonder what that’s like)
in the middle of all this chaos, my neighbors were having a birthday party for their granddaughter who turned 2 today. I was outside with Emma getting fresh air, and they started talking to me. then, they offered me Chicharones. (fried pork, for u gringos out there) then, they invited Emma and me over to watch them play pinata. They even let Emma take a swing! lol and then, after the pinata broke, they gave me a bag of candy. and then they invited me in for cake and to sing happy birthday and even let me stay to watch her open presents lol. She got 1 present, but it was huge!! if she got more after that, i dunno cuz i brought Emma home cuz she was hungry… they sent me home with cake. 
overall, good day.
Posted by Slim Shaney 
Posted by Slim Shaney 
Posted by Slim Shaney 
