SHORT VERSION
1. Lady follows me in her truck
2. Lady accuses me of rear-ending her and driving off
3. Lady calls cops
4. I wait for cop to arrive and tear the lady's story to shreds
5. I end up pissed off for having my time wasted and making an already bad Monday worse
6. Crazy beeotch!!!
EXTENDED VERSION
So I was on the way home from work Monday night (driving back from a client on the other end of town) so it was late, it had been a crappy Monday as usual, I was hungry, and I had to piss like a racehorse. Traffic was still pretty heavy even though it was 7:30pm.
I decided to get off onto the back roads a little earlier than I normally do. I came up to the light and was in the right hand lane until I could into the right turn lane. There was a Semi stopped up ahead and some cars in front of it were trying to get off to the right side like there was an accident or something. Well, they turned into a shopping area on the right, and I kept going ahead and turned left down another road.
Anyway, all of the sudden, there's this Toyota Tundra pickup behind me flashing their brights at me. I guess I really didn't think anything of it (there's lots of redneck psychos where I live), because we were at a redlight and she didn't get out or anything. So the light turns green, and she continues to follow me into my neighborhood. I get closer to my townhouse and then get out of my car to get my mail. Here's the dialogue that ensued:
Crazy Lady: You have to stop, you know!
Me: Why?
L: Because you hit me!
M: What!? What the heck are you talking about? I didn't hit anyone.
L: Yes, you did! You rear-ended me and then passed me and kept going!
M: I wasn't behind a pickup, I was behind a Ford Probe.
L: I wrote down your license plate.
M: So, that doesn't mean I hit you.
L: I called the cops and they're on their way.
<At this point, I'm wondering if I just go home since I didn't do anything and I was less than a block away or do I wait for the cop? I decide to wait for the cop, to avoid any further complications.>
M: I've been in accidents before. I think I know what a collision feels like...
M: So, tell me exactly what you "think" happened?
L: Back on Central Ave., you came flying up on me fast and braked pretty hard, but you still rear-ended me...I felt it. I pulled off to the shopping area, and you kept going.
<She goes to look at my front end and starts pointing out rock chips as the likely damage. I look at her rear bumper and there is no damage whatsoever.>
M: If I had hit you like you described, then my hood would be damaged as it would have been underneath your bumper since I was "braking so hard."
<She starts rambling and I just get back in my car to wait for the cops. I call my brother who was at my house to come over with his digital camera. I figure I had better cover my bases, since I have no idea what BS she's trying to pull. The lady must have given crappy directions to the police, since it took 30min for an officer to arrive, even though city hall is just down the road a ways.>
Officer: So what happened exactly?
L: He hit me and then drove off, so I followed him to this spot.
M: *Laughing and shaking my head* This is ridiculous.
O: Sir, please get your license for me.
M: Ok.
<The lady officer proceeds to look at the "damage" on both vehicles. Now, I ask you "why would she be looking at the bottom of a Grand Prix bumper for damage after hitting a Toyota Tundra pickup with a lift kit?" I can hear the lady trying to convince the cop of what happened.>
M: So where were you in relation to the Semi? How many cars back where you from the light?
L: I didn't see any Semi. I was 4 or 5 cars back.
M: That would mean you were on top of the Semi then... You were in the front of the Semi and there was a grayish white car behind you, and I saw you both pull into the shopping area.
<Of course, at this point the lady was mixing up her details even more at this point, and starting to mutter.>
O: Do you want to file a report?
L: I don't know...
<The officer still hasn't gotten my license or anything, and begins walking back to her squad.>
O: Are you sure you don't want to file a report?
L: I guess not...
O: Are you sure then?
L: Well, if it was you that hit me, just know that you can't go around doing that and not stopping. If it wasn't you, I'm sorry.
M: Yeah, ok, well, it wasn't me, so I don't know who hit you and you've wasted 45min of my time.
<Cop gets back into her car and leaves immediately and so does the crazy lady.>
At this point, I realize that it would have been fun to go after her with the cop there, by asking for her to be breath-a-lized, cited for harassment, or something like that... Dammit, why do I always think of the good stuff afterward? She must have been on crack or drunk or something... At least, she could have been hot...not a fat uggo...that would have made it a little better at least I think so...
So has this ever happened to anyone else here? Everyone I tell it to, can't believe that this is the kind of sh*t I have to constantly deal with it would seem. Well, I feel better after ranting some more.
1. Lady follows me in her truck
2. Lady accuses me of rear-ending her and driving off
3. Lady calls cops
4. I wait for cop to arrive and tear the lady's story to shreds
5. I end up pissed off for having my time wasted and making an already bad Monday worse
6. Crazy beeotch!!!
EXTENDED VERSION
So I was on the way home from work Monday night (driving back from a client on the other end of town) so it was late, it had been a crappy Monday as usual, I was hungry, and I had to piss like a racehorse. Traffic was still pretty heavy even though it was 7:30pm.
I decided to get off onto the back roads a little earlier than I normally do. I came up to the light and was in the right hand lane until I could into the right turn lane. There was a Semi stopped up ahead and some cars in front of it were trying to get off to the right side like there was an accident or something. Well, they turned into a shopping area on the right, and I kept going ahead and turned left down another road.
Anyway, all of the sudden, there's this Toyota Tundra pickup behind me flashing their brights at me. I guess I really didn't think anything of it (there's lots of redneck psychos where I live), because we were at a redlight and she didn't get out or anything. So the light turns green, and she continues to follow me into my neighborhood. I get closer to my townhouse and then get out of my car to get my mail. Here's the dialogue that ensued:
Crazy Lady: You have to stop, you know!
Me: Why?
L: Because you hit me!
M: What!? What the heck are you talking about? I didn't hit anyone.
L: Yes, you did! You rear-ended me and then passed me and kept going!
M: I wasn't behind a pickup, I was behind a Ford Probe.
L: I wrote down your license plate.
M: So, that doesn't mean I hit you.
L: I called the cops and they're on their way.
<At this point, I'm wondering if I just go home since I didn't do anything and I was less than a block away or do I wait for the cop? I decide to wait for the cop, to avoid any further complications.>
M: I've been in accidents before. I think I know what a collision feels like...
M: So, tell me exactly what you "think" happened?
L: Back on Central Ave., you came flying up on me fast and braked pretty hard, but you still rear-ended me...I felt it. I pulled off to the shopping area, and you kept going.
<She goes to look at my front end and starts pointing out rock chips as the likely damage. I look at her rear bumper and there is no damage whatsoever.>
M: If I had hit you like you described, then my hood would be damaged as it would have been underneath your bumper since I was "braking so hard."
<She starts rambling and I just get back in my car to wait for the cops. I call my brother who was at my house to come over with his digital camera. I figure I had better cover my bases, since I have no idea what BS she's trying to pull. The lady must have given crappy directions to the police, since it took 30min for an officer to arrive, even though city hall is just down the road a ways.>
Officer: So what happened exactly?
L: He hit me and then drove off, so I followed him to this spot.
M: *Laughing and shaking my head* This is ridiculous.
O: Sir, please get your license for me.
M: Ok.
<The lady officer proceeds to look at the "damage" on both vehicles. Now, I ask you "why would she be looking at the bottom of a Grand Prix bumper for damage after hitting a Toyota Tundra pickup with a lift kit?" I can hear the lady trying to convince the cop of what happened.>
M: So where were you in relation to the Semi? How many cars back where you from the light?
L: I didn't see any Semi. I was 4 or 5 cars back.
M: That would mean you were on top of the Semi then... You were in the front of the Semi and there was a grayish white car behind you, and I saw you both pull into the shopping area.
<Of course, at this point the lady was mixing up her details even more at this point, and starting to mutter.>
O: Do you want to file a report?
L: I don't know...
<The officer still hasn't gotten my license or anything, and begins walking back to her squad.>
O: Are you sure you don't want to file a report?
L: I guess not...
O: Are you sure then?
L: Well, if it was you that hit me, just know that you can't go around doing that and not stopping. If it wasn't you, I'm sorry.
M: Yeah, ok, well, it wasn't me, so I don't know who hit you and you've wasted 45min of my time.
<Cop gets back into her car and leaves immediately and so does the crazy lady.>
At this point, I realize that it would have been fun to go after her with the cop there, by asking for her to be breath-a-lized, cited for harassment, or something like that... Dammit, why do I always think of the good stuff afterward? She must have been on crack or drunk or something... At least, she could have been hot...not a fat uggo...that would have made it a little better at least I think so...
So has this ever happened to anyone else here? Everyone I tell it to, can't believe that this is the kind of sh*t I have to constantly deal with it would seem. Well, I feel better after ranting some more.
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