I am an angry statistic.
I meant to post this a few days ago, at which point the title was to be "I am a statistic".
First week after the time change, raining. I go crashy-crashy.
On Thursday after work I rear ended someone. I felt like the biggest forking tool on the planet. We were in a bumper to bumper rush our line up, at a dead stop, and my foot slipped of my brake pedal and I rolled forwards into a Ford Explorer truck - I was clearly stopped to close to in the first place to have rolled into him when my foot slipped.
Me = big forking idiot, what else can I say?
I was pretty mad at myself over the whole thing, becasue I planned on paying back the ICBC settlement - his bumper had a 1 1/2 - 2 inch long crack, so I assume it will be replaced. There is not even a scuff or scratch on my car, there is a tiny (less than 1 inch long) hairline crack on one corner that might be from the accident, but it could also have been pre-existing - you can hardly see it through the dirt on my car, heh.
Today, ICBC calls me and says I have to take my car in for inspection BECAUSE THE ASSHOLE I HIT IS CLAIMING INJURIES.
WTF? I didn't even touch the gas! I *idled* into him!
Anger does not begin to define my current state. Have you ever been so angry you were sick to your stomach?
Don't get me wrong, this accident was 100% my fault and I claimed it before I was even home that night. I knew I'd be buying the guy a bumper. But injuries? You gotta be kidding me, right?
I think if I have to pay for someone to be injured I should at least get to injure them, who's with me?
I'm hoping ICBC will call the guy a tool, but now I'm just worried I'll get scammed for thousands in personal injuries. Maybe that's why my stomach is upset - it's worry not anger.
We didn't call the police because it was so minor, I wonder if now is when people get lawyers? I don't want a lawyer.
Blah.
First week after the time change, raining. I go crashy-crashy.
On Thursday after work I rear ended someone. I felt like the biggest forking tool on the planet. We were in a bumper to bumper rush our line up, at a dead stop, and my foot slipped of my brake pedal and I rolled forwards into a Ford Explorer truck - I was clearly stopped to close to in the first place to have rolled into him when my foot slipped.
Me = big forking idiot, what else can I say?
I was pretty mad at myself over the whole thing, becasue I planned on paying back the ICBC settlement - his bumper had a 1 1/2 - 2 inch long crack, so I assume it will be replaced. There is not even a scuff or scratch on my car, there is a tiny (less than 1 inch long) hairline crack on one corner that might be from the accident, but it could also have been pre-existing - you can hardly see it through the dirt on my car, heh.
Today, ICBC calls me and says I have to take my car in for inspection BECAUSE THE ASSHOLE I HIT IS CLAIMING INJURIES.
WTF? I didn't even touch the gas! I *idled* into him!
Anger does not begin to define my current state. Have you ever been so angry you were sick to your stomach?
Don't get me wrong, this accident was 100% my fault and I claimed it before I was even home that night. I knew I'd be buying the guy a bumper. But injuries? You gotta be kidding me, right?
I think if I have to pay for someone to be injured I should at least get to injure them, who's with me?
I'm hoping ICBC will call the guy a tool, but now I'm just worried I'll get scammed for thousands in personal injuries. Maybe that's why my stomach is upset - it's worry not anger.
We didn't call the police because it was so minor, I wonder if now is when people get lawyers? I don't want a lawyer.
Blah.