You Hit My Car

I know it’s almost Christmas and I have a ton of things to do today, but I thought I would share what happened to me on the way to work yesterday.  The beautiful thing about having a blog is that I get to share my happenings with all of you, not just those that know me!  Yesterday on the way to work I was stopped at a red light, the light has two lanes that turn left, when the light turned green I went to turn, and this woman behind me hit the back of my car.  It was kinda like when you watch those high speed police pursuits and they try to pit the guy by hitting the back of the car, but at like 5 miles an hour, it’s not as spectacular.  I didn’t know what happened at first, I felt the back of my car move and glanced in my rear-view mirror to a woman with a surprised look on her face.  I’m thinking WTH just happened?  Did she just hit me?  Seriously!  That was my thought process, and the fact that I had to pull over and get out in 5 degree weather.  UGH!  So, we both got out and I looked at my car…..nothing, except I think she rubbed the salt off my car where she hit me.  Her car had scratches on her front fender.  That’s the good thing with having a car that was built in 1990, it may rust everywhere, but it is made of metal!  That’s when they still made cars out of metal.  We exchanged what little information I could get out of her, which because English wasn’t her first language, wasn’t much.  She was very nice though and I thought, “okay, it wasn’t bad, relax, everything’s fine”.  Of course for me, nothing is ever “fine”.  I called my insurance agency when I got to work, but the woman I needed to speak to was out of the office for the day.  Good thing I didn’t have a bad accident because apparently she was the only one who handles accidents, and no one else there does.  Um, do you think that’s a good idea?  So, I left a nice voice message just letting her know about the accident.  I then called the Police Dept. to notify them.  I wasn’t sure the procedures because I’ve never had a real accident.  According to the Police, I guess I still hadn’t had a real accident.  Because I have no damage, no one was hurt, and the other woman hit me, it’s not considered a “real accident”.  So I had a pretend accident.  Okay, I can handle that, NBD.  Over and done with…..that is until I received the following message from the woman from the pretend accident…vrec005

Are you kidding me?  You hit the back of my car with the front of your car?  Seriously!!!!  How has this whole thing changed to me hitting you?  LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!!!  Stupid Toyota Garage!