Accident My Ass!

Bello and I did buy a car a few weeks ago. We bought a used 1997 Toyota 4Runner SR5, Black with a moon/sunroof, ski rack, etc…. I love it!

This morning, I am on my way to work and this old lady rear ends me (YES, IN MY 4RUNNER!) while I’m waiting at the light. I freaked, SUNNUVA BITCH! I get out of the car and told the old lady to follow me into the Walgreens parking lot.

When she got out of her car, she was shaking. I felt bad but not bad enough for her to get away with not paying for the damage. I noticed that my bumper was hanging slightly and there was paint from her car underneath it. I stepped back and she bends over and reaches her hand out and touches my bumper and wipes the paint off. I yelled at her to stop touching my car at which time she told me there was no damage and she was leaving.

I said to her, “No you’re not. I’m calling the police to have a report taken.” She got all huffy and told me that some other guy had cut her off doing 60 MPH. I asked what that had to do with hitting me and she says that she was trying to get his attention to tell him what a jerk driver he is. I said, “And?” She didn’t notice that I had stopped. Then she goes on to say that “you people” with your big SUV’s, think you own the roads and that you can drive however you want with your big cars. I’m still on the phone with the CHP while she’s complaining away and when I finally hang up, she asks me if they’re coming. Well, duh lady. Yes, they are. Two minutes later. “When are they coming?”, in her raspy-ass-I-smoke-four-packs-a-day-voice. I said “soon.” We exchanged insurance info but not before she asked me accusingly if I even had insurance. Of course I do I told her. She says with a smirk, “Is that so?” I envisioned my hand reaching over to her white hair and yanking on it. A cat fight only I’d win. A few minutes later she says, “I’m leaving.” I looked at her and explained to her that if she left, that would be “leaving the scene of an accident”. She got all mad, “you know it all, don’t you?”. I got fed up with it and yelled at her, “You’re the one who hit me, so don’t get all pissy at me!” That put her in her place.

For about one minute.

“If the police don’t get here soon then I’m leaving. I don’t have time for this.” I started to ignore her because she was getting on my nerves. That voice. Sheeesh, smoke another pack why don’t ya? Finally, the cop shows up and he’s a little irritated because of something so minor. He lectures me on how he sees no damage to my car and without proof of damage, he can’t write a report. Then he goes on to say that if I request a report, then the insurance company will hold this over my head and charge me a higher premium. Me??? Why me??? I didn’t hit her, she hit me!!! Why am I to blame???

The lady started asking him a million questions. That’s when he finally realized why I had called the cops to get a report. She didn’t think she did anything wrong and that it was someone else’s fault that she wasn’t paying attention to the road. She lied to the officer and told him that the dent in her front hood (from my bumper) was there previously. I’m thinking, smooth moves that woman has because when he went to look at my car, he said there was no paint chips from her car. THAT’S BECAUSE SHE WIPED IT OFF MY BUMPER. Then I pointed out how my bumper was hanging a little so he wrote up the report. All this lady had to do was use her age and claim that I am trying to bilk money out of a senior citizen. I wasn’t taking any chances when it came to her word against mine.

Why does this shit happen to me????? Oh well. Moving on…..