Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Formula For A Sleepless Monday Night
First, you get all comfy in your nice warm robe. Then you settle down to watch a little TV with a pillow and a blanket. You doze off(as you always do!) with the TV blaring. Suddenly you are awakened by a ringing phone. You look at the time(to know if someone is calling late enough to be pissed about it!)and its' midnight. Your wife is talking to someone on the upstairs phone, so you know it wasn't a wrong number. "Who is it?" you holler up the stairs. It's Craig(our youngest-26)and he knows better than to call us after 10pm-unless something is wrong. How wrong you wonder? Wife comes down stairs. He was in an accident coming home from 2nd shift job. A drunk ran the red and my son T-boned him, deploying both airbags. He is fine, not injured. The guy he hit says in a slurred voice,"I'm in ALOT of trouble". Definition of Trouble: Not his car, no drivers' license, drunker than a fiddlers' bitch, with priors. My kid got his insurance info,cop shows up and the guy has fled on foot! No problem. After talking with witnesses & my son, the cop thinks he knows who it is(he did,caught him, got a confession and gave him a free nights' stay at the Gray Bar Hotel!). Here's where I come in. It's one of my cars my son was driving, on my insurance. The cop said car is probably totaled, so now it's argue with the insurance company for a fair price time! Instant insomnia!