I can't believe I actually LET A COP GET AWAY one time when the inattentive mofo actually Broadsided Me one day years back on the Passenger side of my old Ford F-150.
(Ha. I couldn't really see a damn trace of Damage on my truck but his own front end was Jacked. Red Paint all over his White Caprice Classic Bumper)
I was hanging a Left Turn because I had a Green Arrow but I *did* actually SEE HIM LOOKING DOWN AT HIS PASSENGER SEAT AT SOMETHING DOWN THERE & *POOM!*
*WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK?!?!?*
(all the other Vehicles were all Standing Still at their Red Light except him. He kept cruising forth.)
Long story short: I let him Go. No Police Report.
Nothing. #DumbassTwentyThreeYearOld.
I guess back then I was still all High-Strung Hardcore-Programmed about "GOTTA GET BACK TO WORK! GOTTA GET BACK TO WORK! GOTTA GET BACK TO WORK!"
(I was at Lunch & I just actually Dropped Off a Co-Worker that I really liked/dating at her Home)
I hope he actually Took A Hint & he'd BETTER BE CUTTING OTHER PEOPLE BREAKS OUT THERE, DAMMIT.
Then another time a young TwentySomething Woman hit me right square in the Ass while I was Stopped at an Access Feeder Road waiting to Enter.
Again, long story short: I let her Go too.
Poor Trembly Girl. She was so damn freaked-the-fuck-OUT.
"Ohhhhh...this is my Boyfriend's Carrr..."
Uh-Oh...damn...brand-new Camaro. Front End pushed the fuck in/back. My old (all-metal) Then-Truck had NOTHING A'TALL.
She just basically Wedged Under My Bumper...my ass went Up.