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Published On: Jul 13, 2004 09:29 AM
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Published On: Jul 13, 2004 09:29 AM
Insult to Injury (by Rafi)
"Last Friday on Queen Street near
Beverley, I got doored.
I was on my way to meet the Japanese Consul and wearing my best and
only suit.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out.
I was on my way to meet the Japanese Consul and wearing my best and
only suit.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out.
The guy in the car, a Punker with mohawk
,etc., gave me shit and threw his
blue Slurpie on the ground in disgust. I was not badly hurt but shaken up
and royally pissed off. Just as I was trying to leave to scene to make my
appointment, the Punker kicked in the back wheel of my white folding bike.
It's fucked. Unrideable. That's when I called 911.
"Hi. I am on a bike on Queen West and I just got hit by a car."
"We got car in the area. Will be there right away."
A cop car pulled up in two minutes tops. A big older Irish cop got out.
He took our statements and issued various tickets to the driver who was still
freaking out. The cop stayed cool.
"Bike is fucked up. Who is going to fix this?" I asked.
"He is.", the cop replied. "He will pay whatever you want. How much?"
"With parts and labour. $200."
"Only 200? Are you sure?"
Meanwhile the driver is still giving the cop attitude. Cop snarled at him.
"You better put that attitude away and stick it up your ass."
"Hey, I only have $40 bucks on me.", the driver protested.
"Better find a bank machine then."
The driver walked down the street to get the money, fuming.
A few minutes later, I locked up my bike, put the $200 in my pocket and
continued the rest of the way on foot. The next morning I woke up sore
with big bruises on my legs and aching wrists and shoulders. I did not
get back down to Queen until the day after to retrieve my broken bike.
But by then it had already been stolen.
blue Slurpie on the ground in disgust. I was not badly hurt but shaken up
and royally pissed off. Just as I was trying to leave to scene to make my
appointment, the Punker kicked in the back wheel of my white folding bike.
It's fucked. Unrideable. That's when I called 911.
"Hi. I am on a bike on Queen West and I just got hit by a car."
"We got car in the area. Will be there right away."
A cop car pulled up in two minutes tops. A big older Irish cop got out.
He took our statements and issued various tickets to the driver who was still
freaking out. The cop stayed cool.
"Bike is fucked up. Who is going to fix this?" I asked.
"He is.", the cop replied. "He will pay whatever you want. How much?"
"With parts and labour. $200."
"Only 200? Are you sure?"
Meanwhile the driver is still giving the cop attitude. Cop snarled at him.
"You better put that attitude away and stick it up your ass."
"Hey, I only have $40 bucks on me.", the driver protested.
"Better find a bank machine then."
The driver walked down the street to get the money, fuming.
A few minutes later, I locked up my bike, put the $200 in my pocket and
continued the rest of the way on foot. The next morning I woke up sore
with big bruises on my legs and aching wrists and shoulders. I did not
get back down to Queen until the day after to retrieve my broken bike.
But by then it had already been stolen.
Posted: Wed - June 25, 2003 at 07:32 AM