It’s Saturdaynight and I’ve just come back from what feels like the kazillionth office function these past weeks… on a friggin’ Saturday… It was a party of one of your PhD students that had her public defense this past week and can now call herself Dr. I also did her thesis lay out. She had a BBQ in the huge garden of her dad’s house in well… the Gold Coast of Dutchyland. It was a nice party, which due to it being outside in a garden enabled many of us to bring our kids, which was awesome. Other than that it’s the kind of party that I usually spend talking to colleagues and ex-colleagues and former PhD students… and being ignored by the ranks of those who became total arrogant bastards who have made it to Dr or Professor and decided that it is no longer cool to talk to me, being the “mere management-assistant”… Ah, I still remember the times when they needed my assistance and couldn’t afford arrogance… fucking bastards…
Anyway, that is not what today’s post is about. Yesterday I promised let you know what happened to my left foot. It was run over… by a total fucktard… in a fucktard fitting big ass car… on Friday.
I was attending a symposium on Friday and had hurried to the symposium location after dropping off The Kid at school. I was there just in time and rushed my car into the parking facility of the hotel that was hosting the symposium. I drove it into the parking spot backwards and while I was doing so (in one go I might ad, as I mostly do) some fucking asshole was not paying attention and álmost ran the front of his car into the front of my car júst before I had completely backed it up into the parking spot… I didn’t care. I noticed that he probably hadn’t been paying sufficient attention but ya know… all’s well that end’s well, so I wasn’t upset or angry. I just finished parking my car, got out and there he was… the fucktard driver…
He put his window down and started yelling at me about me being a bitch and not paying attention and almost running into him. I carefully but surely informed him that it was actually me parking and hím almost running into mé… He shouted at me again, gave me the once over… (what the hell is that with men! no matter what state of mind they are in, they háve to give you the once over before they leave you in peace, sheesh)… and then drove off
BACKING HIS FUCKING BIG ASS SUV UP, OVER MY LEFT FOOT!!!
Well, lets just say that I blurted out some forceful terms, and not in a quiet manner… And I think I ended my sentence with “fucking asshole!” and kicking his tire with my other foot. Holy Fucking Shit! Have you e.v.e.r. had a big ass car drive over your foot? I cannot recommend it.. seriously…
He backed up again, I managed to get my foot out of the way in time, this time, and put his window down again and asked me what the hell I was kicking his tire for…
BECAUSE YOU JUST BACKED YOUR FUCKING BIG ASS SUV OVER MY FOOT, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!
He replied with: “oh, get over it you bitch”, put his window down and then fled the scene.. I was so stupified that I didn’t even get his licence plate number… My foot was hurting like hell, but I figured it was ok. It didn’t look weird… My shoe was ruined, which was fár worse! My shoe!!! At the end of the afternoon, after driving back home, my foot started blowing up like a balloon, which made me decide to take a detour to the medical center’s ER to have it checked out afterall… I mean, it was going into the weekend… ‘n all… They X-rayed my foot and it turned out ok. The swelling has gone down in the mean time, though my foot is still hurting…
Yeah, so that was the story of some fucking asshole fucktard driving over my foot… Lemmejustsay… I never want to have that happen to me nor my foot again…
Oh and!!! ehm…. look! 
Driving a SUV in most parts of Europe where it’s obviously not necessary, shows what they are like, especially these city drivers.
I’m surprised he didn’t ask you to apologize for having had your foot under his wheel.
Glad it’s nothing serious with your feet. I hope the pain goes fast.
Hugs
FroggyWoogies last blog post..Run Red Run
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I can not believe he didn’t apologize and just drove off, OMG what if he had broken your foot. What an asshole. Some people are just idiots 
I just hope something worse happens to him. Hope your foot is feeling better soon.
Melissa Ds last blog post..I am so mad I could spit.
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I really think you should carry an AK-47, an Uzi, or some sort of semi-automatic weapon with you at all times. I would fedex you one but the shipping cost would be too high. Maybe I can send it to you piece by piece?
Glad your foot is ok.
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FroggyWoogie: Yeah, come to think of it, that was a bit surprising…
MelissaD: Yeah and plenty of idiots like that around here.
Marty: Yeah, send it to me piece by piece… maybe you can wrap it into some Charmin Ultra!
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Oh Jeez! What a damn jerky that guy was. Don’t worry DB, karma will be making it’s way to him shortly and bite him in the ass BIG time. Glad your foot is ok tho, I was surprised but relieved to hear it wasn’t broken. My condolences on your shoe (r.i.p.)
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Let’s only hope that in your next life it is so easy that nothing bad ever happens to you, because you’re getting WAAAAAAAY too much bad stuff this time around.
Poppys last blog post..Yah, good luck with that…
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I don’t swear often, but what a fucking wanker! Lemme run a SUV over his most prized trouser possession (tee hee). Come to think of it, if he’s driving a big ass car like that, I couldn’t hurt it anyway. Yep, I’ll take the saucer of milk gladly, miao :)
Raches last blog post..Let the craziness begin
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AndiMAC: and it was one of my favorite shoes!!!
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Poppy: Awww thanks Hon (especially cuz there is more happening right now than I can disclose over here)
Rache: meeeooowww! LOL
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See. If you’d get a pair of wooden shoes, like they show in our history books over here, you’d have been better protected.
(Sorry to hear about the encounter.)
delmers last blog post..I’m cured — The blog
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Delmer: Knowing my luck they would’ve broken and I would’ve been stuck with wood splinters in my foot… or summin…
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Oh my fucking god! What a douche….
I hope karma fixes his ass soon.
Bugs last blog post..Ur a haX0r? OMFG!
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Bug: Oh yeah, or anything else in the “ass area”
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damn woman, that sounds like one hell of an experience. i wish you would have had a rock handy to throw through his window. fucker.
glad to hear you didn’t suffer an broken anything. ouch.
hello haha narfs last blog post..Guts
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hello haha narf: Yeah, it sure was “one hell of an experience” and the word “hell” was also one of the many forcefull terms that came out of my mouth, loud and clear…
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If it had been my foot the knucklehead would have needed a new paint job about 2 minutes after he left the car park. I would have given him a customised pin stripe job with my set of keys.
Icy Mt.s last blog post..My Son’s Tedium
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OMG, I can’t believe he didn’t apologize! What an asshat!
I’m glad your foot is ok and nothing was broken.
Gingers last blog post..Paul Newman
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Grrrrrr.
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Icy Mt: Well seeing as he drove off out of the garage and I had already put away my keys… I just wasn’t quick enough, LOL
Ginger: Yeah, I hope he’s happy being an asshat…
d-man: Grrrrr indeed!
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ok, so “get over it you bitch?”…really? freakin bastard! holy hell that’s crazy! sorry about your shoe. that’s crappy
the princesss last blog post..Shedding the "blue jogging pants" and getting on with it
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Find that asshole and beat the ever-loving shit out of his car!
I’m glad your foot is okay.
kapgars last blog post..No one is gonna stop me now…
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gingermagnolia: Yeah, I seem to attract them, LOL
the princess: Uh Huh my fav shoe!
kapgar: Oh trust me, his face and his car are locked in my mind and if I ever run into him again he’s gonna get it!
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