This was not my best week.
Things got a little worst on Wed. evening. The girl who had promised to work for me while I went to the funeral called and said she
wouldn't because she had covered for me on Sat. She said it in a snotty voice that made me think she was just doing it to be rude. It was rude.
Then on my way to Mama Inez for 6 dollar nacho night when I rear-ended the car in front of me. He slammed on his brakes and I slammed on mine but it was too late. Of course I did the thing I always promised myself I wouldn't do. I
cried.
The man wasn't upset. He told me that his car was a piece of junk anyways(in his attempt to make me feel better and to get me to stop crying). He called the police, while I tried to call me dad and explain to him where I was.
My dad came, the police came. They gave me a $75 ticket for driving too close since I admitted it was my fault. The tow-truck came to take my car. Everyone left.
That is the end of the story of my
first ticket.