It's sunday night, and I

It's sunday night, and I haven't even posted this yet.

I got in an accident on Wednesday. Everyone should know. I was near Shelbyville Road and Hurstborne, and turned onto Hurstborne. I came to close to the intersection of Lynn Station (not sure if that's right, the sign was far away) and Hurstborne, and the light hit yellow. I probably should have just gunned it, but I decided not to. I hit the breaks, and came to a stop much further than most people usually stop for a red light. I was out on the sidewalk, and my back end was at the stop line my front end was supposed to be on. Well, I look in my rear view mirror and here comes a car and I immediately know he's gonna hit. Sure enough, crunch is the sound it made.

Immediately, I was like "oh, shit." Grabbed my cell phone, flip it open, "Who would you like to call?", "Home", "Connecting." No answer. Go to call my mom's cell, but as I'm flipping through my directory, Patrick my Supervisor from work calls and I'm like "hello?" and he answers the same way every time "John!" with that sorta Chicago accent I used to have when I first moved here to Kentucky in a way that comes out "Jawn!" Anyway, I'm like "Patrick, I just got in an accident like 10 seconds ago, can I call you back?" So I call my mom's cell, and I'm like "Mom, I just got in an accident." "Yeah, I'm, fine" "Well, I was stopping for a red light and the guy ran into the back of me" "Do I call 911?" "Well, I'll just call it and tell them" I call them and they transfer me to the local police department (they dont' want to deal with it cause no one's hurt) My mom calls me back later "No, I haven't gotten out of the car yet" "I dont' want to" "well, I'm afraid he'll yell out me" "Oh, ok, fine, I'll get out now, I'll call you back"

Get out of the car. Seeing his car first from the angle I'm approaching, I notice that his entire front of his car is in a million pieces, none larger than a couple square inches, and it's all on the road. His front side is a big whole, the grate is gone and his lights are hanging from their circuits. My car, at the time, didnt' look bad. Just a big dent. But later getting home I realized that my right tail light was shattered (my right turn signal is now a bright flashing white light instead of yellow) and that the exhaust pipe is bent towards the road.

I walk over and they roll down their window (It's a hickish guy about 50 with a wife who looked about 90) "Sorry I didn't get out of my car, but my door won't open now" (..ouch..) "I called the police, they'll be here soon" "Yeah, so did I" Get back into my car. Police come, get our information, cop probably thinking "some teen driver in another accident" but then asks "Were you stopped when he hit you?" "I was slowing for a yellow light, and I stopped as it turned it red, so I guess at the exact time he hit me I was stopped, yes" Then the truck to tow the guy's car comes and the cop tells me to drive off, and gives me a police report. I asked the guy who hit me if he wanted to exchange info, "No, that police report id number should have all the information" "Yes, you both need to give it to your insurance companies and they'll take care of it."

So yeah, that's my story. Basicaly, law says it's his fault, especially if I was stopped at the time of the hit. Pretty much 99.99% his fault now. He basically (in my opinion) was probably assuming I'd gone the yellow light and he'd do the same thing. So he was probably accelerating for a split second as I was hitting my breaks. Anyway, that's my story.

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