As if things couldn't worse...They did.
So I'm driving home from P.P. and some guy came speeding past me, and the guy in front of me, and then cut the man in front of me off.
I'm driving 45 miles an hour, as was the guy in front of me.
So the asshole cuts the guy off, guy in front of me slams on his breaks, I hit mine, and of course I don't stop fast enough.
So I ran into the back of him.
That alone was terrifying.
Then, the guy opens his door and he's a HUGE tongan.
I started shaking and whimpering that I was sorry...and then to my horror a car pulls up next to me full of tongans...
So another 2 HUGE men climb out. So I reluctantly get out of the Rover...They looked everything over, and the then the guy I hit gave me a hug, told me his car was fine, mine was fine, all was well.
They got back in the cars and drove away.
I have never been so scared in my life. Ever.
Not to mention the fear of then having to go home and talk to my Dad...
Who I have yet to talk to.
Thank God there isn't any noticable damage to the Rover...The bumper is sort of pushed into the right tire.
So it makes noises when I turn left.
And I think that's what's going to get me in the most trouble, is that I drove the Rover home...
But I don't really know what I was supposed to do...
My mind wasn't working properly.
Tongans are very agressive people...I know this first hand. I have had the shit kicked out of me by one, and have numerous unpleasent dealings with them. Of course not all of them...but with my luck, I wasn't going to take my chances.
I feared for my life.
Oh lord.
It's been an awful day.
I can't stop crying. I feel absolutly awful about the Land Rover...I'll pay whatever the costs are in damages.
But still...I just feel like shit.
Not to mention utterly stupid.