I’m in my Optima on my way to work somewhere. Chilling listening to Missy Elliot’s DripDemeanor track on repeat. I’m flowing with traffic. In the far right lane. It’s my first day I think. I’m pulling up to a light and a gas station. I notice the cars in front of me slowing down I look ahead and see a bunch of gravel on the ground. The car ahead of me is driving up on the curb, it’s too late for me, so I’m worried about tire spin out. I slow down even more, the car behind me doesn’t slow down and hits me. I’m pissed b/c I’ll be late to work now. I pull into the gas station, thinking they do the same, nope they take off.
I dip into traffic behind them, they hit the gas. I grab as much detail as I can, grey Buick skylark, plate starts with 435, 4 door, dark vinyl top, 85/90ish model very old school. I pull off even though I could floor it and catch up with them. I debate go to work shrug it off, call the cops call my insurance…I still haven’t looked at my car. I’m gonna have to pay for this. I go back to the gas station, call the cops and report the hit and run. The station has video, I get the copy of it for my case. I won’t have to pay,but my deductible. My cars not really that bad.
Then as I’m getting back in to head off to work again, I wake up.
