Ohhh the Nerve

29 November 2009

As some of you may know, I was riding my bike one day this September when a car door viciously attacked me. It's a wonder I walked away from that accident, although my beloved bike didn't. The man responsible for dooring me fell over himself to apologize and offer money for my bike and medical bills. With the naivety of a bruisy, I stupidly believed him.
Almost three months later, this is the most recent correspondence I have had with the man. I am obligated to publish this so that others may begin to understand the burning frustration that has extended from my checkbook to my heart. His lack of punctuation, the sentences with no beginning or end, the nonsensical explanations, and the inability to provide me with a solution. God he's just like my ex boyfriend. By the way, he writes this email from JAIL (where he has been for the last few months, god knows why).

Take a deep breath:<blockquote>i can tell you right now i am not working and i have three judgement on me  as i am talking to you so one more does not hurt me thank you i will let you know the frist judgement was hitting a car that was my cousin in a fight the second one was hosphal bill for a fight the last one was a parking grag and so on i will like to help you before you do that  with the court i can see helping you then not to help you so if it go to court i do not have the money to pay  anyway  i know if you agree to this i will get it done one way or the other thank you for understaning  ps i will check my email wed 2 09</blockquote>I refrain from publishing his legal name as to avoid a hit man at my window tonight. But trust me, his first name is that of my childhood Springer Spaniel and his last name is also a word used to describe dumb blonds. At least this makes for a good story to tell the grandkids.