crash test dummy day
Yesterday wasn't that much fun.
It started out boring enough. I got some writing done. But then I went to go have lunch with my mom. I was making a left hand turn into a parking lot to turn around when I got hit/hit a car. The car, I could have sworn, was a lot further away when I checked.
We pulled into the parking lot I was trying to get into in the first place. There wasn't much damage to his car nor mine. Still, I went about exchanging information. Or at least tried to. The man who was driving the car didn't speak English very well, so I had trouble understanding him. The upshot, I think, was that they just wanted me to give them my phone number so that they could call me and tell me how much it would cost to fix it. I insisted on the insurance.
Eventually they just said forget about it, and Jesus loves me. My parents think it was a scam. They hit me and then just give me any old amount to say how much it cost to fix it.
They drove off, but I got the make of the car and the license plate number.
My mom and I then went off to the police station to file a report that way no one could say it was a hit and run. This, the police officer who helped us said, was a smart idea.
That took up a good hour and a half.
Now I think my wrist is sprained because it doesn't flop all the way like the other one and .. .well... it hurts like Hell. So, doctor's appointment later this afternoon.
It started out boring enough. I got some writing done. But then I went to go have lunch with my mom. I was making a left hand turn into a parking lot to turn around when I got hit/hit a car. The car, I could have sworn, was a lot further away when I checked.
We pulled into the parking lot I was trying to get into in the first place. There wasn't much damage to his car nor mine. Still, I went about exchanging information. Or at least tried to. The man who was driving the car didn't speak English very well, so I had trouble understanding him. The upshot, I think, was that they just wanted me to give them my phone number so that they could call me and tell me how much it would cost to fix it. I insisted on the insurance.
Eventually they just said forget about it, and Jesus loves me. My parents think it was a scam. They hit me and then just give me any old amount to say how much it cost to fix it.
They drove off, but I got the make of the car and the license plate number.
My mom and I then went off to the police station to file a report that way no one could say it was a hit and run. This, the police officer who helped us said, was a smart idea.
That took up a good hour and a half.
Now I think my wrist is sprained because it doesn't flop all the way like the other one and .. .well... it hurts like Hell. So, doctor's appointment later this afternoon.