bitterdiva

From the wtf dept.

Tonight around 9 p.m., our downstairs neighbors crashed into the concrete step on the front porch. Granted, the accident was probably around 25 mph, but the fact remains, how the eff do you crash into the place you're living? To add in this, a cop was right there when it happened, finally a time when you need a cop, they're there. Except for one thing, no ticket was given, no incident report, nothing. The landlady is so totally going to hear about this one. I still think the woman was either drunk or high. I could be wrong, it could have been one of those the pedal got stuck issues. Or the wheel got stuck. Or my bag of O'Dweeds fell under the seat and I needed to retrieve it. The good thing: they completely missed my car.

11:22 PM

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Posted by: GroundZero at September 6, 2005 11:09 AM

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