Oh Krutsepot

So last Friday I got in a car accident on my way to get the new puppy Buster. I was on my way back from the bank when a JERK, who happened to be Dutch, flips a "U" turn right in front of me. His car was hardly damaged since it was a brick wall know as a Chevy Tahoe and my poor little car was WRECKED! I was so upset and disturbed by the amount of time it took for the police to respond and the willingness of "VanderWeeken" to chat everyone up at the crash site. I heard him state that he was Dutch and I thought to myself "How could this idiot be Dutch?" How could he be a descendant of the MOST thrifty, kindhearted, safe driven, wooden shoe wearing people??? Is it possible that I found the only Dutch idiot in the state of UTAH?

So the cops arrive and the process begins we exchange information and while the Dutchman is clearly having problems remembering his address, dob, and insurance carrier he decides to chat the officer up about his heritage. This pleasant exchange carries on for 5 min while I am impatiently waiting to give the officer my information I am thinking "Please don't ask me about my heritage!" As the officer is verifying our information I am left to stand awkwardly with this man who was again a complete idiot. The officer finally gives us our information to proceed with the claims of the vehicles and he then says.."Wow 2 Dutchman" VanderWeeken looks and me and says "Hechkeven?" translation: you speak Dutch and I reply in the only Dutch that comes to my mind "Ohhh Krutsepot" translation: old grey mare.
This was the only good thing that came of this accident, remembering my Grandpa Meengs bellowing that through the cottage to wake us up in the morning.

A KING mint for thought : Just remember were you came from!