So Im coming from my friend's house like an hour ago and I'm stopped at a light waiting for it to turn green. About 5 seconds later a Jeep cherokee is coming up in my mirror FAST, I was expecting the guy to slam right into me. He didnt! but 5 seconds later, the moron hits the gas and slams right into my rear bumper :dammit:
So I get out of the car to look at WTF just happened. The guy comes out of his car and he is DRUNK. Actually that's an understatement, he was ****IN DRUNK. He could barely stand up. I showed him the damage and he tried to offer me money to pay for the damage but all he pulls out from his pocket is a wad of singles [couldn't have been more than $10]. So I keep looking at him like WTF..then he pulls out his wallet looking for money but it was empty. While he is doing all this, I'm already on the phone with 911 and already jotted down his plate into my phone because I had a feeling he was gonna run. Five minutes later while Im still waiting for the cops, he is still there waiting outside his car trying to keep himself from falling over.
A few seconds later he gets back in the trunk and reverses 5-6 feet. At that point I knew he was either going to slam into my car more or take off. He chose to take off, speeding down side street and making a HARD turn onto a busy avenue. I'm surprised he didn't wipe out right there.
Long story short, he hit me and ran but what his drunk *** didn't realize is that I got his plates and as of a few minutes ago, so does the NYPD and they're looking for him. I honestly did not care about the damage to my vehicle as much as I cared about this ahole being ****IN DRUNK. He could have killed someone, hell his eyes were barely managing to stay open. I hope to god by the time I call the precinct tomorrow that they caught him.
So I get out of the car to look at WTF just happened. The guy comes out of his car and he is DRUNK. Actually that's an understatement, he was ****IN DRUNK. He could barely stand up. I showed him the damage and he tried to offer me money to pay for the damage but all he pulls out from his pocket is a wad of singles [couldn't have been more than $10]. So I keep looking at him like WTF..then he pulls out his wallet looking for money but it was empty. While he is doing all this, I'm already on the phone with 911 and already jotted down his plate into my phone because I had a feeling he was gonna run. Five minutes later while Im still waiting for the cops, he is still there waiting outside his car trying to keep himself from falling over.
A few seconds later he gets back in the trunk and reverses 5-6 feet. At that point I knew he was either going to slam into my car more or take off. He chose to take off, speeding down side street and making a HARD turn onto a busy avenue. I'm surprised he didn't wipe out right there.
Long story short, he hit me and ran but what his drunk *** didn't realize is that I got his plates and as of a few minutes ago, so does the NYPD and they're looking for him. I honestly did not care about the damage to my vehicle as much as I cared about this ahole being ****IN DRUNK. He could have killed someone, hell his eyes were barely managing to stay open. I hope to god by the time I call the precinct tomorrow that they caught him.
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