Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The day a semi tried to back over me

Oh. My. God.

So today on my lunch break, I ventured down Dodge Street, heading to the Omaha Community Playhouse to buy tickets to tonight's performance of The Wizard of Oz.

I turned on 72nd Street and was cut off by a semi driver shooting out of the Crossroads Mall parking lot into my lane. Ugh. Whatever. I laid on the horn, not that he could hear me, and followed him up to the stop light. I couldn't see the light over him, but saw his truck slightly move back, so I assumed it turned green and his semi was gearing up to get moving.

But then his truck didn't stop backing up. He just kept coming towards me. And then he hit me. And pushed me back for what seemed like forever. This idiot was in reverse on 72nd Street and just pushing me out of his way.

I screamed and I'm pretty sure I wet my pants a little bit. I was laying on the horn (I'm a bit of a horn abuser), even though he was already pretty much inside me and clearly wasn't stopping. When he finally started moving foward, I followed his semi ass and he whipped into a Walgreens parking lot. Another car followed me and a few guys came flying out of the store. All four guys said they saw everything, and then the semi took off. Two of the guys jumped back in their car to chase him down. I felt like a damsel in distress.

The semi parked behind Walgreens and the driver came walking over to me.

"What happened?" he asked.

SERIOUSLY? "Um, you were going reverse down the street and I was behind you." I pointed to my Jeep, which honestly wasn't as bad as it should have been.

"Oh. I didn't see you back there." He didn't seem to be that concerned. Then two seconds later that changed, and he was on his knees staring at my damage and he started panicking. Maybe he finally figured out your car shouldn't be in reverse when you're driving down a busy fucking street.

"You need to call the cops." One of my men said. I nodded and called 911, the first time I've ever had to call them. Somehow in my 32 years, nothing like this has ever happened to me. I've never even had a tiny fender bender, except the time I slid into a car in Kaiman's parking lot but Scott Schmidt told me just to leave and not tell anyone.

The cops showed up and my gaggle of witnesses were dismissed. I waited forever, and then semi driver got ticketed. The cop told me what to do next, and he asked if I was okay driving away.

"Yeah, I'm just kinda shaken up."

He laughed. "Um, yeah, that's a big truck to back into you!"

A semi. Are you kidding me? Of course my first fender bender isn't just a simple one; a huge fucking semi had to decide to reverse his ass down 72nd Street and push me along with him.


  1. Hey, just found your blog from L.O.V.E it :) and Oh my Lord! What a horrific experience. Glad you are ok. that sounds like something that would happen to me.

  2. Thanks for reading! It was a ridiculous situation. I am terrified of semis now, that's for sure!