Wednesday, March 29, 2006

It started pretty well!

Last week, I bought that car I posted pictures a while ago. Alfa 156 GTA, wonderful car, well maintained, all in all a good buy.I went down to my Mum's place on Monday to show it to her.
It was good to see that they haven't got rid of their old habits, meaning a 2 hours aperitif! I had an excellent whisky, Ballantine's original character, 47% proof!.Pretty good stuff, as the bottle was empty I had another swig of the other bottle in the back ground. Then we enjoyed ourselves with a home-made seafood quiche
Yesterday, I came back to Paris and picked Uta up at work. As we haven't seen each other a lot recently, I decided to treat us to a restaurant. After a little talk, our choice came to le Petit Thiou, an excellent seafood Thai restaurant on the left bank which I wanted to go to for a while.
Then it all went wrong. I took a wrong turn (yes it's possible for a concierge in one of the best hotel in the world to misplace a street) and ended up on Boulevard Saint Germain. Traffic lights red, then green and as I started to move, a pedestrian, completely unaware of road lighting code, crossed in front of me. I had to brake, didn't I? Thing is the big delivery van behind me didn't see it and rear ended me. Result :back to pedestrian life again!! Bloddy pedestrian, when are they going to learn not to cross when the light is green? Then again, it's Paris and everyone is doing what he pleases. Thank to full coverage insurance, it won't cost me a thing! I just hope there no serious damage to the car. It would be a shame to let it go as a wreck just one week after buying it!
If so, beware dumb, colorblind pedestrian, next time I won't be so courteous!

2 Comments:

Blogger Austen said...

It could have been worse, mate: You brake to avoid the pedestrian. The van crashes in to you. You hit the pedestrian. His brains splatter all over your windscreen. The van drives off. The police turn up. You souffler dans le ballon. You go to copshop. You spend 48 hours in garde-à-vue. You go to court. Your license is cancelled. You receive a large fine. You go to prison for six months (where you are raped daily by child molesters and Uta leaves you for some big black man). You are taken to court by the family. You have to sell your apartment to pay.

God does exist!

6:14 pm  
Blogger Christophe said...

I was sober so I guess we can skip the going to prison, rape and Uta leaving with a big black man!

10:15 pm  

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