I Flooded and Totaled My Car: Down the Drain and up the Gutter

EDIT: Combined these two posts into one.

I don’t want to admit it, but I’m having a horrible day.  My car got flooded in the middle of a flat street over the weekend while I was driving. At first I felt pretty calm, you know. Taking things as they are. But now all of aftermath is sinking in, there’s no way to escape and it sucks. It’s depressing. One of my two PTJs requires me to commute– can’t do that without a car. I couldn’t pick up a rental car over the weekend because they were all gone, supposedly. Come around Monday and I can pick it up, but now I have to miss my entire afternoon shift. I keep thinking about the numbers and what that inspector (who still hasn’t called) will tell me and how there’s no way it will be under $500.

messedup
the sorrow game’s real.

This morning on my way back home it was sprinkling a little bit, the way it does before a huge down pour. My boss told me how there would be a huge storm, one inch rain with possible hail. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to bike from home to work. In a rush to avoid the storm, I lost my balance at an intersection and scratched up my right leg (my bike seat’s also way too low and non-adjustable). When I got home, I called the rental car place and it started to pour. I looked out the window at my car and realized the windows were rolled down, and my umbrella was still in the trunk. My car used to smell like pancake batter and wet dog, but now it literally smells like shit. I’m guessing the sewers were backed up during the flood. The whole flood thing was just stupid; I have no idea what I was thinking when I was going down that street with all that water.

you mocking me?
you mocking me bro?

I don’t really want to talk to anyone and I don’t feel like I deserve to relax. I just want to work and be productive but I’m really tired. This whole life experience thing is frustrating. The only thing calming me down is the thought of last night. My friend took the time out to cook me a homemade Italian meal, meatballs from scratch and everything. I have a lot I’m thankful for– I guess it’s just been a long time since I felt defeated.

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I went back to the car to get my McDonald’s.

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08/14/14 And Up the Gutter
Okay, so I ranted about the bad stuff that happened with the whole flooding incident… but now the good stuff.

Despite all the shitty things that happened, at the moment when water was seeping through the bottom into my car and seeing the police sirens flash up ahead was pretty fun. Trying to stay dry, finding different ways to sit on the seat and then realizing we couldn’t roll down the windows was exciting. Unreal, like something out of a movie maybe. I knew the whole time we were never in any danger; the water was rising too slowly for us to drown, we both knew how to swim, and the car doors were unlocked. My friend, on the other hand, panicked like crazy and called her mom even after I reassured her we weren’t going to die.

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I am Big Head Sun.

Eventually my friend and I did leave the car and waded to safety. One thing though: the police man who arrived after three calls to the station and one to me from an officer, all he did was stand around and watch us. Instead of  “are you okay?” or any other form of consideration, he just proceeded to stare and judge us. He chided me about getting into the problem in the first place. Well no dip, it happened already buddy. You don’t have to be such a dick about it.

Anyway, the whole 4 hour ordeal reminded me of how much crappy things my parents are willing to go through cause of me. It made me realize things about friends who stuck through. There was this guy who showed up out of nowhere and offered to push the car out of the street. I told him there wasn’t not much we could do, and that my car was going to get towed so he didn’t have to go through the trouble. He was about 6′ 3″, long hair wrapped in a low ponytail and a pair of sharp-edged shades. The whole time I felt like he just really wanted to help.

A moment passed when he just stood there along with my friends in silence as we looked at the car like an unspoken memorial. In the end, he helped us push the car out of the street, drained out the trunk and told us cool little facts about cars. I asked what he did for a living and he said something along the lines of a pipeline mechanic or engineer. He stuck around with us for a long time. His lady friend drank Arby’s and watched us quietly from the side.

Things always get better

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My insurance lady was really nice too. 3/4 insurance people I spoke with were all really nice. A particular lady called me at the beginning of her shift at 1 pm to check up on my situation. Most likely it was part of her job, but she pulled some strings and got it figured out for me. She sounded so apologetic too, like she had been the one who drove the car into the water. Oh, and those two little boys– couldn’t have been older than 19– who wanted to play hero and push the car out of the water before it receded. They hiked up their shorts, rolled up their sleeves and everything. Then they saw the water inside the car and chickened out; didn’t even try.

“It’s too heavy,” the shorter one said.

“Well, you’re getting it towed, right?” the blonde laughed.

It was the gesture that counts. Every stranger I met was sympathetic, even if some of them did stop just to take pictures of my car (if my car’s famous… does that indirectly make me a celebrity?).

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