So at the local university where I go I had finals last week and im driving the cls like every other day. I roll in for my final, go to the top of the parking garage and park in my normal spot (end of a row). I get out of class and tell the prof thanks for the class blah blah and he says he has a message for me and to come out in the hallway (I'm thinking oh great at this point). He proceeds to tell me that a police officer on campus (real state police strapped, not rentacops) told him he wants to speak to me and go here as soon as I am done with my final, very important blah blah (I'm thinking oh even greater) So i go there and he tells me someone backed into my car on top of the garage but I was lucky and the kid came forward. What a dickwangle if i've ever seen one. This kid was bucktooth'd out and looked like peewee herman. He said he was nervous for no reason and hit the gas instead of the break in his 94 suburban right into my car. what a moron ahahah. So yea i'll have pics up tomorrow but his insurance is covering and i'm sure ill make out on the deal. I take no responsibility if this doesnt make any sense. I am blasted out of my scull right now. Thank you
Cliffs- someone hit my car, people cant drive