It started out as a craptacular Monday. I had to get a purportedly dead car to the shop (based on the "expert" analysis of the guy at Auto-Parts-R-Us, I had a dead alternator), only to find out that there was nothing wrong with the car at all. So, all that juggling and arranging rides to work, etc. was for nothing and I am out $71 for the privilege of confirming that.
But then, I got news.
Back story to news: Last year -- 13 months ago, to be exact -- I was in a fairly minor car accident. Well, minor to me. To the kid on the motorcycle, who ran into me, maybe not so minor. He flew over the handlebar, taking a good solid smack in the crotch, landing on the hood of my car. Now, I don't deny that this accident was my "fault", but I would swear to my dying day that I don't know what I would have done differently. I saw nothing coming, pulled into traffic, and suddenly Mr. Motorcycle Dude appeared out of nowhere. It was scary but thankfully he proclaimed he was fine, except for the fact that, and I quote, his nuts were killing him.
Four months later, I got served. The little shit was suing me. Apparently his nuts were still killing him. I don't mean to make fun, but, really??
But today I find out that the case has been settled! His sperm count was fine, and apparently in discovery, it was "discovered" that the cause of his pain was lacerations to said "nuts" -- caused by his zipper, because -- wait for it --
he wasn't wearing any underwear.
I don't know why that news makes me feel better. Oh, but it does! And the "being sued for all I'm worth" phase of my life is thankfully over.
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