Friday, March 18, 2011

Open Letter to the Jerk in the White Car

Dear Fuckpuppet,

Remember me? We met shortly after 6:00 last Friday night? You know, the roundabout by Ray's and Safeway. I was in the car in front of you that you rear-ended. Oh, that's right. We didn't actually meet. Why not? Because you. drove. off. Like an asshole. Seriously. Who rear-ends someone and then just drives away? Dude, I hit a Porsche and stopped to make sure I didn't do any damage. Then again, I don't have shitty karma now. Not like you do.

I would like to thank you. But it's only a tiny little thank you. Because of you, I had the best massage of my life this week. It almost makes up for the headaches and stiff neck and back that I've had all week. Or the calls I've had to make to my insurance company because this really should be coming out of your insurance. If you have any.

Yeah, good luck with that karma thing.

Insincerely,
Good Karma Seeker

1 comments:

Leanne said...

Oh no! I'm so sorry. I had someone hit me (with my baby girl in the back seat) on I5 near Seattle in August and he took off as well. Luckily, I got his license and the police came. I'm still waiting for his court date but in the meantime I had to handle it all myself, too. People seriously suck.

 
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