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Part Pregnant Woman… Part Super Hero

That right there… is my mailbox. You would think it would be connected to a pole at the street, and of course it was until someone decided to hit it last night.  But this is a tale that is going to go down in my neighborhood for ages.  Not because of the substantial damage this driver did, but because of the pissed off pregnant woman who jumped in her mini-van at quarter to one in the morning to find the idiot who did this.

Let me set the scene…

I am in bed, just about ready to fall asleep which is a big enough project for me these days, but after the roller coaster of amnio’s, cramping, and overall third trimester pains this week was a miracle in itself. And I hear this out of control car outside. Of course I jumped out of bed thinking they hit one of our cars because of the sheer amount of noise alone which the car made. I get outside just in time to see the car up on our next door neighbor’s yard and he had hit a tree. The car then proceeds to BACK UP and continue around the tree, back onto the road, and turned at the next side street.

Unlucky for this drunk driver, he hit our mailbox, which has been taken out once a year since we have lived here. Making this the 4th mailbox which was destroyed. I was pissed.

I jumped into my van, and headed up the street I saw the car head down. Two turns later I see a car sitting with their headlights on, but when they saw me on the road, they turned their lights right off and pretended like they weren’t there… Smart right? Because turning your lights off makes you invisible to passing traffic.

That is when my headlights flashed on the car, and I saw the huge front end damage to the car. I slowly drove by, took down the license plate number, which was not hard because it was a custom vanity plate, and I drove back home where I called the cops, and was greeted by a ton of my neighbors wondering what the hell just happened.

Shortly afterward the cop showed up and I gave him all the details, and just as he was taking down my name and the address of my house and mailbox, this car starts driving down the hill. Making a god awful noise, with their flashers on, and smoking! I thought for sure the car was going to light on fire right then and there!

It was the car that did all the damage trying to make his way home! They pull up, and roll the window down and the officer looks at him and asks “What happened here?”   and the young, intoxicated kid looks at the cop with a sad puppy dog looking face and says “I fucked my car up

Really?  That is all you have to say?

Long story short, now I wait for the accident report, and my husband has to go to Home Depot to replace our mailbox yet again, and he is not happy.  Neither am I!

Mailboxes don’t grow on trees!

My neighbors still think it is hysterical that I chased him down at almost 33 weeks pregnant in the middle of the night. But you gotta do what you gotta do!

Enjoy a couple pictures of the damage!

Although I wish I could have gotten pictures last night when pieces of his car were literally all over the street in front of my house.

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