A while ago some friends and I decided to go the the Bamboozle Festival in Toronto, which is when a bunch of bands tour together and play some music and junk. Anyway, I was rather nervous about the drive to the actual venue because quite frankly the girl who drove us is a terrible driver (is it ironic that she was a transit driver that summer?) but I tagged along anyways.
However, as I expected, when we were about 5 minutes away from the Molson Amphitheatre, our driver decides to cut someone off and because of that reason we got rear-ended. And then, to make matters worse, we got hit by a truck not once, but twice.
Luckily, everyone involved in the accident walked away without a scratch. Unfortunately we spent a good chunk of the day getting a rental and waiting for the police and junk like that. We almost just went home too, but I insisted that we go on account of the fact that I didn't spend $50 to get in a crazy car crash.
Then we all lived happily ever after and enjoyed a great concert...
however, I can't deny that I'm still rather unimpressed with our driver, especially since they still won't admit they caused the accident... And I now have crazy anxiety everytime I step foot in car.
IT'S AWESOME!
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