[Zero]

Originally Posted by Dude Guadalupe

Yesterday about 3 pm I get a call from work, the guy that was supposed to work last night called off. As the manager it's up to me to figure out who gets to fill in. After making numerous calls with no luck I decide to go in and talk to the day shift guy and see if he can cover till 9 so I can take the kids Trick-or-Treating and then I'd take over from there.

He says 'sure' so I start on my way back home.

It's raining and the roads are soaked and some dumbass stops dead in the middle of the road. I try to miss hitting him and end up smashing into someone else, slamming my face on the steering wheel......yay.

Next thing I know, I'm in a neckbrace strapped to a backboard and I'm speeding away in an ambulance.

The whole time I'm asking everyone I can to call Rayne and let her know what happened. They keep me in the hospital for something like two hours. After x-rays and cat scans, it's determined I only have a mild concusion. They relese me at five with a hefty prescription of muscle relaxers, and I'm thinking 'hell yeah I can still make it out with the kids'.

I step out into the waiting room, and rayne isn't there. The place is too packed to try to get a phone to call her, so I decide to walk to work and call her from there.

About 5:30 I walk into work, still dazed as fuck, and call Rayne. She thought I was working the whole time.......no one even called her. So I grab a cup of coffee and wait for her to come pick my damaged ass up.

She picks me up, we go trick-or-treeting, and I'm back at work at nine.

This morning I wake up, sore as hell, and everyone in anyway connect to this situation is mad at me.

But at least I kept my promise to the kids.........thats important.

your a good dad!

now. . .tell dr. zero where it hurts