Coplantor
2010-12-15, 08:33 AM
As we aproach new year, people gather to celebrate the year we leave behind, fanilies, friens, co-workers and even platypi or so I like to believe.
Last friday, the national airport threw a party for the employees, which I used to be one (I switched jobs this monday but that's a different story), huge party at a huge place, there was over 700 people there of whch I knew about... 15. There were presents, music, food and alcohol (this being a key ponint of the story).
Just like the evil witch evil minions, hours flew away and the party was over, it was a good party even with it's lack of Queen songs.
I was looking for someoneto either carry me home or at least get me narer so I wouldn't have to sell my kidney to take a cab. A friend form my now ex office tells me that he found someone, and that was my fatal mistake, see, he told me he found someone while I heard that he found someone who wasn't completly crazy and and dangerously drunk.
I got into the car, there was a total of six passenger, two in the front and four of us in the backseat. The car starts and it was I needed to realize that the guy behind the wheel was as drunk as a human at a dwarven frat party and as crazy as any Lovecraft main character as te end of the book gets near.
Several times I asked them to let me get down from the car, then I yelled several times for them to let me get down from the car, and even if I hate being a backseat driver, I saw as my duty to tell the driver to use both hands, or at least one hand if he was going to drive in the opposite direction in one of the most used avenues in the city. Other then the whole "let me out!" conversation there was this little jewel that later turned into a sweet, sweet "I so told you so":
-LET ME OUT!
-Dont worry! It wont happen anything.
-Things doesnt happen untill they happen! (sounds silly,, but that's the translation of a clocal idiom)
And guess what? We got hit by a van on our left side, the car we were on fliped over and fell upside down, as the car was turning all I could think of was: "DAMMIT" and "I was right!", I was not overrun with fear but with a strong will to live, so when the car stoped i started crawling out through the window as some of my co workers were screaming behind me. I finally got out, so did my friends except for two of them who were injured.
Checked myself, small concusion in the forehead, had worse ones when I was a kid. Minor cuts in my left arm, probably from crawling over broken shards of glass. There was blood on my right shoe, not mine.
I prodcued my cell phone and lived my single most unintentional badass moment in my life when, with a completly calm yet somewhat angry voice I called my mother and told her: "Hi mom, I think I'll be a litle late tonight, the car in which I was going crashed. Love you, bye."
Aftermath:
My friends are OK, only one of them got serious injuries, he got a broken hip but he is recovering already. The rest of us are in excellent condition, the one that had it worst only had a minor cut in his forehead.
Two of them apologized to me for not listening when I told them to stop the car.
I spent seven hours in the hospital while they checked if everything was fine.
I still have a burning rage against the driver, apparently it wasn't entirely the alcohol's fault, it was a new car and he was showing it off.
The lesson here? I already knew I shouldn't get in a car with a drunk driver. Now I know that I shouldn't get in a car with someone I dont know how he/she drives. TRUST NO ONE! Well, trust a reduced group of people you know well actually.
Anyway, it feels so good to be alive, just felt that I had to share this with you guys.
Last friday, the national airport threw a party for the employees, which I used to be one (I switched jobs this monday but that's a different story), huge party at a huge place, there was over 700 people there of whch I knew about... 15. There were presents, music, food and alcohol (this being a key ponint of the story).
Just like the evil witch evil minions, hours flew away and the party was over, it was a good party even with it's lack of Queen songs.
I was looking for someoneto either carry me home or at least get me narer so I wouldn't have to sell my kidney to take a cab. A friend form my now ex office tells me that he found someone, and that was my fatal mistake, see, he told me he found someone while I heard that he found someone who wasn't completly crazy and and dangerously drunk.
I got into the car, there was a total of six passenger, two in the front and four of us in the backseat. The car starts and it was I needed to realize that the guy behind the wheel was as drunk as a human at a dwarven frat party and as crazy as any Lovecraft main character as te end of the book gets near.
Several times I asked them to let me get down from the car, then I yelled several times for them to let me get down from the car, and even if I hate being a backseat driver, I saw as my duty to tell the driver to use both hands, or at least one hand if he was going to drive in the opposite direction in one of the most used avenues in the city. Other then the whole "let me out!" conversation there was this little jewel that later turned into a sweet, sweet "I so told you so":
-LET ME OUT!
-Dont worry! It wont happen anything.
-Things doesnt happen untill they happen! (sounds silly,, but that's the translation of a clocal idiom)
And guess what? We got hit by a van on our left side, the car we were on fliped over and fell upside down, as the car was turning all I could think of was: "DAMMIT" and "I was right!", I was not overrun with fear but with a strong will to live, so when the car stoped i started crawling out through the window as some of my co workers were screaming behind me. I finally got out, so did my friends except for two of them who were injured.
Checked myself, small concusion in the forehead, had worse ones when I was a kid. Minor cuts in my left arm, probably from crawling over broken shards of glass. There was blood on my right shoe, not mine.
I prodcued my cell phone and lived my single most unintentional badass moment in my life when, with a completly calm yet somewhat angry voice I called my mother and told her: "Hi mom, I think I'll be a litle late tonight, the car in which I was going crashed. Love you, bye."
Aftermath:
My friends are OK, only one of them got serious injuries, he got a broken hip but he is recovering already. The rest of us are in excellent condition, the one that had it worst only had a minor cut in his forehead.
Two of them apologized to me for not listening when I told them to stop the car.
I spent seven hours in the hospital while they checked if everything was fine.
I still have a burning rage against the driver, apparently it wasn't entirely the alcohol's fault, it was a new car and he was showing it off.
The lesson here? I already knew I shouldn't get in a car with a drunk driver. Now I know that I shouldn't get in a car with someone I dont know how he/she drives. TRUST NO ONE! Well, trust a reduced group of people you know well actually.
Anyway, it feels so good to be alive, just felt that I had to share this with you guys.