One Helluva Night!...(not a repost).
Early this moning around 0200 hours, I decided to get out of my hospital and go for a ride in search of some liquid caffine. I needed it due to the 40 hours shift I pull on the weekends for the Army here in D.C @ Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
I pulled up to a new, clean, and very well lit 7-Eleven. I went inside, purchased my beverages and headed out to my car. As I got inside, I heard a thudd...thudd. I looked to my right side and saw a man siting in the passenger side, behind the driver, starring at me. I mouthed the words, " Did you just hit my car?" His eyes bugged open, and he said something to the driver. The car started to pull away. Maybe it is stupidity or my testosterone-filled soldiering skills, but I got out of my S2K and jumped in front of the car. I grabbed a pen from my scrub top and wrote down the license plate and year/make/style of the car. I thank Autoweek, and Car & Driver for my extensive knowlegde of vehicles
In doing this, it pissed off the driver of the car, who was in a hurry to get as far away from me as possible. I stayed where I was. I was not going to budge unless he actually charged forward. (Once again, the Army can make a person go a little crazy.)
The driver and the offender both got out of the car and asked what I was trying to do. I let them know that one of them hit my car while entering their vehicle and now, I have a dent with some paint missing. I walked them over and pointed it out...they laughed at me and said that I did it myself. Hmmm...
My car is now 10 days old in my care...I wouldn't ever do anything to my car, let alone put someone elses maroon paint on my back quarter panel. Makes you go, " Hmmmm."
I asked for the guy's insurance info. Like Socrates, he asked me how much money I wanted. Because he was willing to write me a check for the repairs. I know that I am young...but I am not stoopid
I replied with a no-thank-you. All I wanted was his information. I told him that if he did not give me his information, that I would call the police ; Eventhough I was planning on doing so the moment I finished writing down his vehicle info, or what I could collect from sight.
He became more upset, and hopped in to his car and sped away.
As I dialed the local police, my blood began to boil. To make this long, exciting story short, the cops ended up busting all four of these Howard University law students in downtown D.C. The driver had a suspended license and the expired temporary tags on his 1998 Lexus LS 400 didn't even belong to the Lexus. They belonged to a white chevy minivan that was stolen. Hmmm...these guys MUST be Lawyers!
I am now back at my hospital, scanning away. I just thought that I would share this with you fellow S2K men and women.
Thanks for listening to my Soap-Box B!tch Session.
-MRI Guru
I pulled up to a new, clean, and very well lit 7-Eleven. I went inside, purchased my beverages and headed out to my car. As I got inside, I heard a thudd...thudd. I looked to my right side and saw a man siting in the passenger side, behind the driver, starring at me. I mouthed the words, " Did you just hit my car?" His eyes bugged open, and he said something to the driver. The car started to pull away. Maybe it is stupidity or my testosterone-filled soldiering skills, but I got out of my S2K and jumped in front of the car. I grabbed a pen from my scrub top and wrote down the license plate and year/make/style of the car. I thank Autoweek, and Car & Driver for my extensive knowlegde of vehicles
In doing this, it pissed off the driver of the car, who was in a hurry to get as far away from me as possible. I stayed where I was. I was not going to budge unless he actually charged forward. (Once again, the Army can make a person go a little crazy.)
The driver and the offender both got out of the car and asked what I was trying to do. I let them know that one of them hit my car while entering their vehicle and now, I have a dent with some paint missing. I walked them over and pointed it out...they laughed at me and said that I did it myself. Hmmm...
My car is now 10 days old in my care...I wouldn't ever do anything to my car, let alone put someone elses maroon paint on my back quarter panel. Makes you go, " Hmmmm."
I asked for the guy's insurance info. Like Socrates, he asked me how much money I wanted. Because he was willing to write me a check for the repairs. I know that I am young...but I am not stoopid
I replied with a no-thank-you. All I wanted was his information. I told him that if he did not give me his information, that I would call the police ; Eventhough I was planning on doing so the moment I finished writing down his vehicle info, or what I could collect from sight.He became more upset, and hopped in to his car and sped away.
As I dialed the local police, my blood began to boil. To make this long, exciting story short, the cops ended up busting all four of these Howard University law students in downtown D.C. The driver had a suspended license and the expired temporary tags on his 1998 Lexus LS 400 didn't even belong to the Lexus. They belonged to a white chevy minivan that was stolen. Hmmm...these guys MUST be Lawyers!
I am now back at my hospital, scanning away. I just thought that I would share this with you fellow S2K men and women.
Thanks for listening to my Soap-Box B!tch Session.
-MRI Guru
Thanks Guys!
I was able to calm down once I got back into my vehicle and let her VTEC a few times up I-95 North. I didn't know that I could red line in first gear @ 47 MPH
I can't wait to see what my insurance company says/does.
I will keep you all posted.
-MRI Guru
I was able to calm down once I got back into my vehicle and let her VTEC a few times up I-95 North. I didn't know that I could red line in first gear @ 47 MPH
I can't wait to see what my insurance company says/does.
I will keep you all posted.
-MRI Guru
damn thats a cool story
how big of a person are you to jump in front of a car and not have them threaten to beat you up?(i know they are attending a law school, but.... you know what i mean)
are you big? or do you just happen to have huge balls
how big of a person are you to jump in front of a car and not have them threaten to beat you up?(i know they are attending a law school, but.... you know what i mean)
are you big? or do you just happen to have huge balls
I have big balls, and I am damn good with my hand-to-hand combat training. Let's just say that I am very confident in my abilities, but not over-confident to know when to back off...i.e.- weapons used when I am unarmed...ect.
I would have gone for his throat, had he pressed the issue. I will never stike first, in a non-combat zone.
I am no shorty either. I exercise almost everyday; thanks to the Army's standards. But, I do not resemble the Governor of California!
My adrenal glands were in OVERDRIVE! That is all you need sometimes.
-MRI Guru
I would have gone for his throat, had he pressed the issue. I will never stike first, in a non-combat zone.
I am no shorty either. I exercise almost everyday; thanks to the Army's standards. But, I do not resemble the Governor of California!
My adrenal glands were in OVERDRIVE! That is all you need sometimes.
-MRI Guru




those homos.


