Current Mood:  angry
So, my car was hit this morning, and now I have to deal with it. Oh, and to make matters even "better," the idiot woman driver who hit me wanted to claim that it was MY fault that she hit my car--apparently I "came out of nowhere" and was "tearing down the street." Truth is, I had just turned onto the street from my parking area and had driven less than a block when she hit me (from my parking area to hers there is the length of the side of one building in between--it was maybe 40 feet before she hit me). Came out of nowhere? Not. Tearing down the street? Hardly. >:-{
Not only did she hit me, but there is no way she can really claim otherwise. The damage to my car is a huge dent in the rear, passenger side door--if I hit her, how the hell did that get there? It wasn't there yesterday, or this morning when I got into the car. Imbecile. Oh, and the damage to her car is negligible--a couple of scratches on her fender. Yeah, and, not only that, the woman was a flakey space-cadet--she didn't have license plates on her car, yet, and she was unsure as to whether she was driving her car or her husband's car. I'm amazed she even knew the name of her insurance company. Grrrr.... >:-{
Needless to say, this morning has totally sucked. I called my insurance company to start the claim, and I called hers to make sure that she had started the claim (which, at 8am, she still hadn't). I'm now thoroughly regretting the fact that I no longer have a cell phone, and that I didn't call the police. This whole thing is just insane.
Right now, all I truly want to do is go home, but, since I've been trying to save up credit hours for Jewish Holiday Month (October this year), I didn't want to use any up by calling in dead.
I wish I'd just stayed in bed. |