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bktheirregularSo, I'm short on sleep, I get delayed getting into work because of flooding, and the classes I've been asked to help put together don't exactly go off as planned (missing laptop and projector for both sessions, plus screwed-up international conference calling on one session).
I do my best to sort it all out, though, and things seem to be going smooth.
I get out, take a turn to go deposit my paycheck so I'll have enough money to pay for the repairs that had to be done to my car, hoping that I'll make it back when I sell it.
Pull up to a stop sign, signal a left turn.
BANG!
Yep. Rear-ended by an SUV. Another yuppie tank being driven with no regard for courtesy by some entitlement-----
< insert sound of head slamming into monitor >
Anyway. She insisted I not call the cops, gave her name - I glanced at her insurance card, not the same name as she gave - insisted that the damage to my car had already been there (like hell; the impact lit up a trunk-ajar light on my dash that I know was quiet before, and I've got pictures of that side of the car from two days ago anyway), and after giving me the information almost too fast for me to take it down, drove off.
I've put in a call to the insurance company. See how they handle that.
Up side (if there is one): I didn't get hurt. Physically, that is.
Down side: the damage may knock up to a thousand dollars off the resale value of the Intrepid, and that's money I can ill afford.
Swear to God, the next person to stomp on my toes ...
I do my best to sort it all out, though, and things seem to be going smooth.
I get out, take a turn to go deposit my paycheck so I'll have enough money to pay for the repairs that had to be done to my car, hoping that I'll make it back when I sell it.
Pull up to a stop sign, signal a left turn.
BANG!
Yep. Rear-ended by an SUV. Another yuppie tank being driven with no regard for courtesy by some entitlement-----
< insert sound of head slamming into monitor >
Anyway. She insisted I not call the cops, gave her name - I glanced at her insurance card, not the same name as she gave - insisted that the damage to my car had already been there (like hell; the impact lit up a trunk-ajar light on my dash that I know was quiet before, and I've got pictures of that side of the car from two days ago anyway), and after giving me the information almost too fast for me to take it down, drove off.
I've put in a call to the insurance company. See how they handle that.
Up side (if there is one): I didn't get hurt. Physically, that is.
Down side: the damage may knock up to a thousand dollars off the resale value of the Intrepid, and that's money I can ill afford.
Swear to God, the next person to stomp on my toes ...
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Date: 2005-10-14 03:16 am (UTC)