gimme some sugar baby… oooh yeah!

you know, karma works in very mysterious ways.

when I got into that nasty accident and after that guy left, I pretty much thought everything was hopeless. I mean if the asshole was smart, his ass would repair the car quick and come up with some lie as to why there’s a big ass dent in his car. I would only hope that the cops caught up in time with him to catch him and at the very least put him away for a while or make him pay a SHITLOAD of money.

while I was waiting for the police to arrive to take my information, I noticed there was a license plate on the road. cars were batting it to and fro, so naturally I went to grab it. in my mind, with the hit I took, I assumed it was mine and I didn’t want to get in trouble for missing a license plate, so I got it from the road and popped it in my back seat. when the cops came, my info was taken down and all was hopefully set in motion.

today after I got my rental, (which BTW was a pontiac grand am it sucks) I had the auto body shop pick up the remains of my car to have the insurance company appraise it. naturally, because it will be in other people’s hands, I wanted to remove everything in the car so that nothing gets stolen. I was at work so my mom kindly removed everything in the car and placed it in my sister’s room. she kept on mentioning something about the license plate in the back seat so I said yeah, grab the license plates and keep them safe. see, when I renewed my registration a few months ago, I got license plates with a battleship on them which meant I had to remove my existing ones and surrender them. unfortunately, I kept on forgetting to surrender them so they remained under the driver’s seat the whole time. naturally I thought she meant these license plates.

i just finished watching seinfeld in my sister’s room when I looked down at the stuff that was removed from my car for storage and I noticed the license plate that I picked up from the road in the accident. I looked at the number and it seemed familiar but it wasn’t mine…

looking more at it, my eyes lit up…
my heart raced…
i yelled out “oh hell’s yeah” at the top of my lung…
my parents raced in…
my brother raced in…
i am sure my sister who is in jamaica now heard me….

folks, I present to you in it’s 800×600 beauty…

click for larger picthe license plate of that worthless piece of shit that hit me and decided to run off because he was too chicken shit to be a man about his mistakes… oh yeah… you slimy little thug wanna-be… I dare you to come up with a lie about you not being there and hitting my car… I dare you to fix your car and claim you never hit me. I double dare ya to try and screw me over! I got the proof hanging right above my bed in it’s full mangled glory!

…that’s karma smiling on my ass right now

2 replies on “gimme some sugar baby… oooh yeah!”

How freakin’ awesome dave!!! I’m soo glad that idiot is going to get what’s coming to him. That’s some damn good luck for you.

that is AWESOME! you’re going to track him down with the plate, right? I was in a hit & run when I was 16, and my insurance company (& eventually my attorney, when we found out we could track down the bastard) found the guy through the plate number. not to mention, the police might want to know something about it, considering hit & runs are generally a really good way to get your license revoked.. that is OUTSTANDING, Dave!! There’s a lot to be said for karma.. heehee!

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