Living in Azle, Texas has some benefits and some drawbacks. One benefit is that you live close to Eagle Mountain Lake. One of the drawbacks is you have to travel Highway 199 to get just about anywhere. Another benefit to me is that Azle is a little more of a country atmosphere than the rest of the Metroplex. You can see hay fields, cows and occasionally someone riding a horse down the side of the road. A big drawback to living I n Azle is that there are not a lot of good jobs so a lot of people have to commute a little bit to get to their jobs.
November 1st started off like any other day when I have to get ready for work. I got up and took a shower, then put on my standard work attire of khakis and a collared shirt. I quickly fixed me some …show more content…
My parents were my second phone call right after the driver of the piece of scrap rammed into me. My first call was to my manager at Gander Mountain because I was obviously going to be late to my shift since I was in route to work when this whole debacle ensued. My dad, a former Texas State Trooper, did as any former law enforcement would do, he talked to witnesses, he evaluated the crash scene and he calmed the heated parties until the cops arrived. The cop(s) finally arrived after about fifteen minutes. During this time, we listened to the sob story from the mother of the driver of the piece of scrap, whether we wanted to listen or not. This disheveled and loud woman, who introduced herself as the mother of the kid driving the ‘race car’ reiterated, at least five times, that the tires and wheels that were damaged on her son’s ‘race car’ cost $400.00 for each set and they had just bought them. The loud mouth insisted that her son was not at fault and that the bad man in the white suburban mush have pulled out in front of her innocent son causing him to swerve and pinball between our vehicles. Of course, this is far from the truth. The position of the big white suburban clearly shows that while he was prepared to turn left from
November 1st started off like any other day when I have to get ready for work. I got up and took a shower, then put on my standard work attire of khakis and a collared shirt. I quickly fixed me some …show more content…
My parents were my second phone call right after the driver of the piece of scrap rammed into me. My first call was to my manager at Gander Mountain because I was obviously going to be late to my shift since I was in route to work when this whole debacle ensued. My dad, a former Texas State Trooper, did as any former law enforcement would do, he talked to witnesses, he evaluated the crash scene and he calmed the heated parties until the cops arrived. The cop(s) finally arrived after about fifteen minutes. During this time, we listened to the sob story from the mother of the driver of the piece of scrap, whether we wanted to listen or not. This disheveled and loud woman, who introduced herself as the mother of the kid driving the ‘race car’ reiterated, at least five times, that the tires and wheels that were damaged on her son’s ‘race car’ cost $400.00 for each set and they had just bought them. The loud mouth insisted that her son was not at fault and that the bad man in the white suburban mush have pulled out in front of her innocent son causing him to swerve and pinball between our vehicles. Of course, this is far from the truth. The position of the big white suburban clearly shows that while he was prepared to turn left from