I mentioned it in brief here, but I thought it deserved it’s own post.
Tuesday night I had to close the store and the building. This is part of the routine, really, except that if there’s a meeting or something then I leave the building open. One of the other people in the building, a sweet little Armenian woman, has been working late because she’s working on getting her credential to teach and has to stay here late to do her work.
I had two clerks working that night, so getting the store cleaned and closed wasn’t tough at all. We got the store done, and were ready to leave. One of the clerks, a girl I’ve known for years, had to leave early by like five minutes. She consistently works her ass off, so that’s not a problem at all. The other clerk, a jerk ass that won’t say goodnight after I say it to him when we’re walking to our cars after closing, kept working for a bit, but then left just about 2 minutes before I did, and about 3 minutes before the sweet Armenian lady. I set the alarm, went out the door and closed it behind me. That’s when it happened.
The building I work in is at the base of a mountain, downhill from the street. When you are leaving, driving up the driveway is kinda steep, but not that bad. Mr Jerk Ass peels out of the parking lot fairly often, even in dry weather. He was in the parking lot, peeled out, drove by the front of the building where I was standing, then turned into the driveway to go to the street. It was that turn, see, along with him driving like a bat out of hell, along with the fact that the driveway was wet from the recent rain, along with the fact that 6 months of oil and other car ejaculate had surfaced because of said rain, that cause his back end to fish tail out, turning him to face the building rather than the street. When the wheels caught, he drove off the driveway into the shrubbery. There was a crunching sound as he drove into the railing of one of the building’s least used patios. CRUNCH.
When he peeled, the first thought in my mind was that he was going to hit something, and this was 75 feet away from where he crashed, and before his Jeep started moving. When I saw him going off the driveway I shouted the obligatory “Oh Shit!!” and yelled to see if he was okay after he hit the rail. He immediately shut off his engine, and was fine. He told me that his foot had slipped off the clutch and he had lost control of his speed. I, of course, didn’t believe him, but kept that to myself. He was fine, wasn’t hurt, and had called his mom. I called our boss so that whoever needed to know that the building had sustained damage was informed. After they and Jerk Ass’s mom arrived, I busted the fuck out.
The next morning the Jeep was in the parking lot, looking like it had been fucked by a forest. When I got inside Pi was here. He had heard Jerk Ass’s story, and didn’t ask for mine, but I gave it anyway. It seems that even without my info, Pi didn’t believe him anyway. This might have a lot to do with the fact that Jerk Ass’s story had changed. Now he was saying that his foot slipped from the brake to the gas. I was convinced, this guy is truly a Jerk Ass, which is why his knew alias is capitalized.
Now the people upstairs are deciding if they want the insurance to take care of it or him. He has to repair his car, so if he doesn’t have to pay for the building’s repairs I won’t be too upset.
Fucking Jerk Ass.