Late for Beer at the Breaux Mart

I rode out Hurricane Georges at a friend's second-floor apartment in New Orleans (Metarie, actually), September 28, 1998 (nine years ago yesterday). Much hoopla, little hurricane.

After the curfew was lifted in Jefferson Parish, I retrieved my car from the Lakeside Mall parking deck and headed home -- and was promptly struck by a drunk driver at Severn and Vets, not a hundred yards from where I'd parked for the hurricane. He was apparently rushing to Breaux Mart for some more beer. Cost my insurance company $3600 in repairs, but at least my Blazer was still driveable. The drunk yat's car was most likely totaled.

Punch line: because my truck was still registered out of state, the LA state police didn't want to bother assigning fault, and the other driver didn't even get so much as a ticket.