Originally posted by: Mill
Whole back quarter-panel is smashed in by a 5'2 lady driving a Dodge Ram Hemi. I was *PARKED* reading a newspaper by a local cafe near my University, and she tried to pull in next to me. BAM. WTF? She instantly admitted to fault, and the Police Officer agreed and said it was her fault. Cool thing is, I found out the Police Officer is my Neighborhood two houses behind me, so I'm not going to have to pay for a copy of the report, or go pick it up Downtown. She's just going to bring it by and put it in my mailbox.
The lady who hit me admitted that she didn't like to drive that "big ole truck" but that her husband and she had *each* bought the other an identical model. She said she was scared to drive it and that it was too hard to see out of and park. Gee, thanks for realizing that AFTER you nailed my car. I called the Body Shop already and have an appointment, and already talked to my insurance. The thing that really burns my ass is that She didn't have proof of insurance. Her card was expired(same thing that happened to me last time and I ended up getting raped because of it), but she was having her company fax proof of insurance to the precinct within the next hour so she wouldn't get cited. Last time I was in an accident, State Farm said it was the other driver's fault, but his policy lapsed and he didn't stick to his "payment plan" therefore I am being charged 80 bucks a month for an *accident surcharge* EVEN THOUGH IT WASN'T MY FAULT. That guy is being sued by the insurance company, but right now I'm still out my deductible and surcharge. FVCKING BULLSH!T. Learn how to drive, assholes.