July 3rd, 2005@%&*$! people
I hate people—all people. Particularly this one prick today. I was parallel-parking, and I LIGHTLY tapped the car in front of me. Lightly, I mean barely, I mean it didn’t even freaking move. But guess what? Yes, the guy was sitting in a chair right there with his wife, both of whom proceeded to yell at me. First of all, I am not a mean person. I did not yell at them or the situation. I have never seen these people in my entire life. But no, they think it’s a freaking personal attack and are mean to me—it was an ACCIDENT. And not even one, at that. I look at his car—NOTHING. And I mean absolutely-not-a-single-freaking-thing. But no, he wants insurance information and he has to go to a body shop.
People, I do not lie. There is NOTHING wrong. I was going less than 1/2 of a mph.
I don’t have my insurance card (because I forgot to put it in my car when it renewed), so I give him a business card with my cell number. Then I go about my day… this was this morning.
I didn’t forget the whole debacle… truthfully I had to perform some breathing exercises in my car because the guy was mean to me, but there wasn’t anything wrong with his car, so I just came home to pack.
He just called. I HATE PEOPLE. He wanted my policy number for my insurance, and I said, “Sure, but I’d prefer to not go through the insurance because NOTHING WAS WRONG WITH YOUR CAR.” (I didn’t yell, I just am now.) And he says, “Well I’m taking it to a bodyshop and I want to call my insurance.”
Please kill me now. As if I’m not already having a shitty time of it, let’s raise my damn car insurance. Jackass.
So I tell him “OK, but call me before you call the insurance because I don’t think they will see anything, and I would really prefer to just not go through insurance anyway… as there was nothing wrong with your car.”
So he’s quiet, then he says, “OK, but I want your policy number [which I gave to him] and they might need to buff it out at the shop, so it might be not that much money, so I guess I will call you for that.”
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME HERE? What did I do in a previous life? Eat people?
So now this is the next great saga in my life… argh mutha@%#%#%$!
Kill me now. Please.
you should’ve just told him to fuck off. since there was no damage to his car, he couldn’t have called the cops. if he had, he’d show them…what? nothing. he was a prick.
Comment by robotnik — July 3, 2005 @ 8:22 pm
Yes, that would have been fabulous. Damn. I debated calling the cops later. But there was nothing there! ARGH.
I can see it now.. He’s going to call and bullshit and say he needs $500 to fix NOTHING. Then I am calling the cops.
Y’know, he was probably such an asshole because my Jeep was nicer than his old van.
Comment by the insider — July 3, 2005 @ 8:32 pm
Bastard. You should let me talk to him. 😉
Comment by the guest — July 3, 2005 @ 8:34 pm
Y’know, I thought of that.
You could talk him down J. He’d probably feel so bad he’d give me money.
Comment by the insider — July 3, 2005 @ 8:35 pm
Call your insurance company TUEsday and tell them there was *no damage* and that any claim by them is fraud, which is probably a felony.
Tell your insurance carrier to pay them money under no circumstances. then call this s.o.b. and tell him to never contact you again, except by subpeona, in which case you will see him in court and prove his stupid ass wrong.
Comment by Eric — July 4, 2005 @ 12:25 am
That makes sense… I don’t want my freaking insurance to go up though. Technically it shouldn’t, right?
And lol about the subpoena… I am seriously pissed that I didn’t have a camera to really prove it. Damn.
Comment by the insider — July 4, 2005 @ 12:32 am
I can’t stand tightasses.
Comment by Lauren — July 4, 2005 @ 1:14 am
I share that sentiment wholeheartedly.
Comment by the insider — July 4, 2005 @ 2:04 am
no kidding about the camera. I’ve gotten into the habit of carrying mine with me. Leave the house, grab the purse and the camera bag.
on the other hand, he may actually need a police report in order to file a claim. No report, no claim. i actually don’t have a clue, but that’s what I was once told. i can’t testify to the veracity of the claim, though.
Comment by Storm — July 4, 2005 @ 4:29 am
That would be handy.. of course, had I called the police, they probably would’ve laughed at the guy and told him to grow up.
I guess I’ll just call my car insurance tomorrow and let them handle it. I think he’s full of bullshit and I honestly just don’t want to deal with it.
Comment by the insider — July 4, 2005 @ 3:53 pm