Sorry guys, but I just copied this from an email that I sent to Randy yesterday. The story was too long for me to type again. Sorry this is so long too! = )
"Just wanted to tell you about my weekend...and my "encounter" with brown people...
Well, I have a job at Kirkland's inside the mall, and I was working till close on Saturday. Afterwards Jerad invited me and Megan over for some drinks. I had a orange juice, a fruit punch, and a Smirnoff Ice. I left at least an hour after my last drink, and never got buzzed anyway. I have an extremely high tolerance to alcohol, so I would have had to drink for a few more hours for it to have any significant affect on me. Anyways, I was on my way home, called my mom, and was at the light at Cooper and I-20, in the far left lane of the turn lanes to go east on 20. There was one other car behind me. Anyways, I got a green arrow, and proceded through the intersection. I was pretty much clear of the intersection when this car came out of nowhere and failed to yield right of way, crashed into my rear passenger door. I screamed as I did a 180 degree spin down the onramp of 20, and finally my car stopped without me putting on the break. Everything in the car turned off automatically, and both airbags went off. Luckily they didn't hit me in the face. I did get scratched on my left arm, which is the one I used to turn the wheel. I got out of the car, screamed, freaked out because I couldn't find my cell phone, which second's earlier was in my lap, but found it in the back seat. The car that was behind me pulled over to see if I was okay. His name was Luke and he was a white man which is relevant later on in my story. He called the police right away, and it was then that I notice that the driver of the vehicle that hit me was a brown person, and so was his passenger. Well the police showed up, I called my mom and dad, then I called John and Megan. My parents came to pick me up. The other driver was not too happy. He turned the whole ordeal into a racist thing because everyone, the cops, me the witness and my parents, were white. He was given a citation for failure to yield right of way, which angered him even more, so he used very colorful language towards the police. The cops then gave him a sobriety test, and he passed, unfortunately. What angers me is that he showed no remorse for his actions, and denied he had any responsibility for the accident, which was not true. The witness, Luke, and I told the same exact stories to the police, leaving the other driver at fault. A wrecker showed up to tow my car off to the Arlington City Pound, and I cried as it was put onto the wrecker. It made me sooo mad to see the other driver drive off in his car! I now have nothing to drive for at least a month, because the entire frame on the passenger side of my car has to be redone. What also ticked me off was that I had just filled up the gas tank the night before! This is not my first encounter with brown people on the road. A few weeks ago, a brown woman slammed on her brakes just before an intersection of which we both had a green light, so had had to swerve to avoid hitting her. I have come to the conclusion that brown people are all terrible drivers. Just look around campus! At least I wasn't injured from this accident, or at least I was able to walk away from it. Although my neck started to kill me last night. I couldn't lay down to go to sleep! My neck didn't like it when my head fell back to hit the pillows. All day I have been drugged but have not sensed any kind of relief. Megan gave me a massage, but that only relieved the pain for a few minutes. So, I don't have a car, I'm in pain, brown people are jerks and bad drivers, and I am extremely tired! If only I was 25, cuz then I could get a rental car. I can't drive my parents' car cuz it's a company car. So I am screwed. I am very grateful to John and all of my friends who have offered to help me get to and from work. It's funny how I have a car and no job, but when I get a job, I have no car! God is one humorous being!"
"Just wanted to tell you about my weekend...and my "encounter" with brown people...
Well, I have a job at Kirkland's inside the mall, and I was working till close on Saturday. Afterwards Jerad invited me and Megan over for some drinks. I had a orange juice, a fruit punch, and a Smirnoff Ice. I left at least an hour after my last drink, and never got buzzed anyway. I have an extremely high tolerance to alcohol, so I would have had to drink for a few more hours for it to have any significant affect on me. Anyways, I was on my way home, called my mom, and was at the light at Cooper and I-20, in the far left lane of the turn lanes to go east on 20. There was one other car behind me. Anyways, I got a green arrow, and proceded through the intersection. I was pretty much clear of the intersection when this car came out of nowhere and failed to yield right of way, crashed into my rear passenger door. I screamed as I did a 180 degree spin down the onramp of 20, and finally my car stopped without me putting on the break. Everything in the car turned off automatically, and both airbags went off. Luckily they didn't hit me in the face. I did get scratched on my left arm, which is the one I used to turn the wheel. I got out of the car, screamed, freaked out because I couldn't find my cell phone, which second's earlier was in my lap, but found it in the back seat. The car that was behind me pulled over to see if I was okay. His name was Luke and he was a white man which is relevant later on in my story. He called the police right away, and it was then that I notice that the driver of the vehicle that hit me was a brown person, and so was his passenger. Well the police showed up, I called my mom and dad, then I called John and Megan. My parents came to pick me up. The other driver was not too happy. He turned the whole ordeal into a racist thing because everyone, the cops, me the witness and my parents, were white. He was given a citation for failure to yield right of way, which angered him even more, so he used very colorful language towards the police. The cops then gave him a sobriety test, and he passed, unfortunately. What angers me is that he showed no remorse for his actions, and denied he had any responsibility for the accident, which was not true. The witness, Luke, and I told the same exact stories to the police, leaving the other driver at fault. A wrecker showed up to tow my car off to the Arlington City Pound, and I cried as it was put onto the wrecker. It made me sooo mad to see the other driver drive off in his car! I now have nothing to drive for at least a month, because the entire frame on the passenger side of my car has to be redone. What also ticked me off was that I had just filled up the gas tank the night before! This is not my first encounter with brown people on the road. A few weeks ago, a brown woman slammed on her brakes just before an intersection of which we both had a green light, so had had to swerve to avoid hitting her. I have come to the conclusion that brown people are all terrible drivers. Just look around campus! At least I wasn't injured from this accident, or at least I was able to walk away from it. Although my neck started to kill me last night. I couldn't lay down to go to sleep! My neck didn't like it when my head fell back to hit the pillows. All day I have been drugged but have not sensed any kind of relief. Megan gave me a massage, but that only relieved the pain for a few minutes. So, I don't have a car, I'm in pain, brown people are jerks and bad drivers, and I am extremely tired! If only I was 25, cuz then I could get a rental car. I can't drive my parents' car cuz it's a company car. So I am screwed. I am very grateful to John and all of my friends who have offered to help me get to and from work. It's funny how I have a car and no job, but when I get a job, I have no car! God is one humorous being!"
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