Lindsay Lohan was taken this morning to her home away from home: jail.
Actually, that’s not fair. Her home jail is Los Angeles. This is an away game for Lohan.
Apparently, she struck a pedestrian in his knee with her Porsche this morning, but couldn’t be bothered to stay around. The accident occurred at 2:30 a.m. which confirms my long-held theory that nothing good ever happens after 1:00 a.m.
She’s traveling with a crew. Would it kill her to hire a designated driver?
Lindsay was arrested and quickly released with a desk appearance ticket. The victim was taken to the hospital to be treated for a knee injury. The cynic in me says he does not have to go to the hospital if he is hit by someone who is not named Lindsay Lohan. He was described as “running up to her” to tell her that she hit him. That does not sound like a serious pedestrian-car accident to me.
Why am I writing this shameful garbage post about Lindsay Lohan’s latest car accident? First, why are you reading this stupid pandering for traffic posts in the first place? Here’s how we can all make it right. Read the substantive post I wrote yesterday analyzing why a court dismissed a slip and fall case at a K-Mart. Hang around and read some substantive posts. Then, we all win!
(Okay. You can read the Gawker article on the Lohan accident.)