Not for myself, or for my kids. Not even for Tank or my parents.
Instead for one of Tank's employees, Papa. Very long and tiring ordeal, but figured I must share it with you.
Tank decided to get a new desk because his was old and falling apart. One of his other employees had a sister who was looking to sell her old wooden desk, and offered it to Tank for a very nice asking price. She asked that he have it picked up today because her new one was coming tomorrow. However, Tank had some big important meeting to attend today so he asked me and Papa to go get it. I was only asked because, like the good boyfriend he is, put me on his insurance for his cars, and he is the only one with a pickup truck. So I was driving, Papa was doing the heavy lifting. (Lady had a boyfriend or husband who was willing to help get it onto the truck.)
Well, her house was over the state border, about a hour drive from our workplace. Tank gave me the cash for the desk, plus some gas and food money. So we stopped before we got the desk to fill up and get some drinks and munchies.
As we were filling up, we noticed a younger girl looking rather confused about how to get the gas into her car. New teenage driver, driving mommy or daddy's car. Though how she got through driver's ed without figuring out how to fill up a car, I don't know. Papa, being the sweetheart he is, offered to help her out by showing her.
Well, of course, the girl wasn't going to learn how to do it for her own, but decided to wait in the car. However, she was dumb enough that she thought it was instant or something....started the car while Papa was still trying to put the gas in her car.
She started to pull away and in the process RAN OVER HIS FOOT! >.>
She didn't even stop or anything, but peeled out of the gas station.
I hope her car ran out of gas and died.
I come rushing over going OMG!!! It's not like he was wearing steel toe boots, rather normal gym shoes. So, it had to hurt. I never had my foot run over, but I can assume it's painful. (Plus it wasn't a normal size car, rather a mini van.) I help him to the car and then run inside and tell the employees. Luckily, Papa being an ex cop and all, he got her plate number. Police were called, etc etc.
I call Tank telling him what happened, said I think Papa needs to see a doctor. Tank agrees and got the lady's brother (the other employee) to go pick up the desk. I drive Papa to the ER where he got poked and X-rayed, and a shiny new cast. Bitch broke his foot. (Small fracture, but still, bitch broke his foot!) Papa was in a good mood about it all though. If it were me, I would be livid.
Tank met us at the hospital (he had my car.) He was offering to put it on the company's insurance, but Papa refused. Since he got the plate number, he states he's making the girl pay (or at least her family.) Tank also told me that it seems like I never have a dull moment in my life. No kidding.
On the plus side, Tank asked me to be his date for an upcoming charity ball event type thingy.
So I get to go looking for a formal dress sometime in the next few weeks. My own Cinderella moment, though hopefully I get to keep both of my shoes and my "carriage" doesn't turn into a pumpkin at midnight.
Hopefully next week I can go one week without having to talk to the police for something. I fear they are going to start knowing me by name soon!!