Aftermath

Today is a beautiful sunny day and I do believe yesterday almost was, too. I remember waking up with a towel wrapped around my head to keep the sun out of my eyes. Who was the genius to put the window right over the pillow area of the bed? Alright, alright, it should be the other way around, but it's still not my fault. I moved into the room with the setup like that and I am not about to change it because think about it: How long have people been sleeping like that? If I move the pillow to the other side now, I'll be sleeping where people put their feet... Ew, much?

But back to what I wanted to talk about, yesterday was a nice day until it started raining at about 4:40ish. From then on, it just became wild downpour until sometime late at night. Why am I mentioning this? Well I was just thinking that it was quite a koinky-dink because the accident also happened on a rainy day. I forget how bad the rain was, but I think it was only average. So why did I think about the accident? To be honest, I thought it was all over since it's my first time to experience such an event. Apparently, it was just getting started. Yesterday, my brother went to pick up the accident report.

CHP. I mentioned blandly to my brother that I didn't understand why they put a giant CHP in front of the building when they're the California Highway Patrol. He responds Hmm... California Highway Patrol... I wonder. At that moment, I think D'oh! And then, it suddenly all made sense what the radio people were talking about when they said "CHP is arriving at the scene."

Anyway, I was in the car because my brother wanted to use the carpool lane, but that idea backfired on him. Since when did so many people carpool? And why do they drive so slow? The non-carpool lanes were going faster than the carpool lane. That was a first.

We passed the CHP building several times and almost performed an illegal left turn into the place, and when we we were leaving, we definitely did a very illegal left turn out; the light was still red. Hey, what's that smell? Oh, that was my brother's brain farting. Luckily, it was a silent one and nobody noticed. Funny, especially since we were right outside a cop-infested building. My brother mentioned they were very laid back in there and several officers were actually discussing smoking pot. Hey, they have to have some fun on the job, right? Those were actually their words.

So now we missed the freeway entrance. Again. We always miss it. Sigh... U-turn and we enter the ramp. We already saw the traffic was super bad, but we didn't know how to go by town, so we had to wait it out. It took about 5 minutes to get to the meter and it started raining during this time. My brother and I jabbered on about the radio giveaways and this time when the traffic report came on, I actually understood what was going on. You know that euphoric high you get when you finally understand what the heck your teachers are saying and you can now unnecessarily apply it to everyday real life situations? I felt that for the first time in my life.

It took us much longer than usual to get home; maybe twice the time? Anyhow, halfway through the ride, I decided to actually look at the report.

It was outrageous.

OUTRAGEOUS!

There was a very evident bias against us--especially by the witness--and, well, talk about pissed off. I huffed and I puffed and I breathed and realized that was the way it had to be. We were the party at fault even though it wasn't really, and we wouldn't say anything except that we didn't know what happened. I can almost confidently say we both widened our eyes innocently and feigned hurt at the mistrust of the officer's repetitive questions. In the end, they decided it was my brother's fault for not looking before changing lanes. Nice. Very nice. Very, very nice....

Nice.

I kind of hate the witness. Her statement was very incomplete. Her presence on the whole is unwanted, thank you very much. She missed everything that happened to us and only saw what happened to the car we hit. From the report, the only thing she noticed about us was that we were going "'way to fast'" but should I mention that there were no speed limit signs put up in that area? The 5o mph limit was for the ramp next to the tunnel, not the actual tunnel. And even then, we were only going around 65.

I've decided to quote the report because it was way too hilarious not to. I think the University of Phoenix needs to work more on their English department. I joke, but that's only because their radio ads bragged about training police and medics and whatnot. But honestly, that guy spelled my name in the wrongest way I've never even seen before: Eugania. What is that? Congratulations, Officer Whoever, you've topped the worst ever spelling mistakes of my name.

Alright, I just looked it up and I apologize to the Eugania's out there. Apparently, Eugania is the Australian spelling of the name. Well, my mom was actually shooting for a European name, not Australian, but there's no way the officer could have known, right? But enough about my name.

The way everything turned out might have been for the best. It was probably good that the witness didn't see our collisions with the cement barriers so that we can't be liable for the poor bumper even though that's where most of the damage came from. And luckily, nobody noticed that my brother hadn't been driving for a year yet before carrying other passengers. It will be legal soon, in 3 more months, so we'll stay very hush-hush about that, okay? Shhh. ;)