Had two of the frat boys down to go over end of year stuff, and at around 10:30 one borrowed my car to take a five minute trip to the grocery to get cigarettes, and of all things, cookies. On his way back, he got run off the road by a convoy of fracking trucks, and my car is now in the middle of the field. Thank goodness he is ok and in one piece.
Oh, and if you have no idea what a convoy of fracking trucks is, it is a convoy of usually six to eight massive diesels carrying potable water to mix with the chemicals they are blasting into my countryside. They always have a cute lead pick up truck with yellow lights and a wide load sign, because apparently having that allows their trucks to blast down rural roads at insane speeds and run everyone else off the road. SHUT THE FUCK UP PUSSIES, WE TOLD YOU A WIDE LOAD WAS COMING. THAT MEANS YOU DON’T GET ANY OF THE FUCKING ROAD. AMERICA, FUCK YEAH.
Walt and I drove out and picked him up, and I tried to call AAA, but they wanted me to wait on top of a hill in a whipping wind for 90 minutes, so we just cleaned out the car, locked it up, and left. It was too dark and I was in pajama bottoms and a bathrobe (what can I say- your buddy gets run off the road you go in what you are wearing) and freezing, so I have no idea how bad the car is. I think it is done.
As we got back, I got a call from the Sheriff’s office- I guess someone reported the car over the hill- and tomorrow I am going to go in and file a report against these god damned trucks. One almost ran me off the road today on my way home from work, and on our way out there, one almost ran me and Walt off the road again. It’s a god damned public menace.
At any rate, I’m afraid my beloved Subaru is dead. Because I have tons of cash sitting around to buy a new car.