
Seriously?
Seriously. A lot of "f" bombs were dropped. Thankfully, the guy stopped to make sure we were OK. He was in the lane to my right and I was in the process of passing him as the tree trunk rolled off the back, hit the pavement, bounced, and headed straight for my VW convertible beetle. Thankfully, I was able to jerk the car to the left to avoid what could have potentially been deadly. It ended up hitting the wheel h
ub, bouncing again, missed my window by a fraction of an inch and landing on the back quarter panel of the passenger's side.
There were a few things that the fella could have been ticketed for, but the police officer was ticked that I insisted that he file a report. He suggested that we just let our insurance work it out. Problem is... when I have done that in the past, I ended up getting screwed. And, the fella that was driving didn't own the truck.
So, I call my insurance and think that they are going to contact the other people's insurance.

Right? No...nothing. I end up getting a call from the guy that was driving's insurance company. I call mine to ask why they didn't manage this for me & she acted like I was on crack. "Isn't that what I pay you for?"
It is so frustrating. Yet again, I am the one being put out by both these insurance companies
when I wasn't at fault. When did being a victim become about defending the fact that you were wronged? Yeah, I wanted to get hit by a 6' long 3' around tree...so annoying.
oh, sweet lee. this is just CRAZY. insane. i'm sooo happy you're safe. and i'm so happy it's the other guy's fault and so you shouldn't have to pay for anything! but, you know, happier about the you-didn't-die-or-get-mamed thing.
ReplyDeletei love you. i'm sorry it's been such a steamer of a week. i am GLAD you are selling your house, i am vibing your purse thief feelings of remorse and shame, and i'm high fiving you for sticking to your guns and not letting the cop talk you out of filing a report (ridiculous suggestion! ay-hole. i don't care if it makes for more paperwork for you. it's your JOB, d-bag.).
anyhoo, i love you.
—dj