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lillbetI drive my car to the station 2 or 3 times a week since gas started getting pricey. I dropped off my car at the usual place this morning and when I got back this evening at 5:30, to move my car closer to the station before going out for the evening (free movie passes- woo-HOO!), I saw that the driver's side mirror was missing.
Good news- I found most of it on the grass strip next to the curb.
Bad news- The motorist (translation: bastard covered bastard with bastard filling) did not leave a note.
It was at the corner of Ellicott and River, where I've been parking it since, oh, hell was a puppy, with no ill effect.
If you're reading this and you did it- shame on you, you careless ass. My name is Liz and I own that blue Nissan you hit today.
Shame on you for not owning up. Shame on you for arbitrarily deciding that I had $500 to throw away on car parts. I didn't deserve to be treated that way. If you don't have insurance then you should NOT be on the road. And if you do, you should have left your information so that your insurance company could clean up your mess. Plain and simple.
And if you are a parent, then I hope your children weren't in the car to see what you did, because you're a poor example for a child to follow.
My cell was close to dead while all this was going down, so I knocked on the door of the house adjacent to where I'd parked and the woman said that not only was she on her phone (thankyouverymuch) but that (insert accusatory tone here:) "this sort of thing happens alot". I said nothing- I park my car there twice a week and there are other cars there only on occasion, so I have no fucking clue what she was talking about. I excused myself and tried a few more doors- no one was home or they were hiding. My phone worked long enough for me to get through to an agent and have her tell me that obviously I was in an unsafe area and I needed to drive away from it. Pronto. She was right- apparently living in a $1-2 million home doesn't make you a nice person.
So I drove to the grocery store, bought blackberries (99 cents a box!) and some brie, came home, charged the phone so that I could talk, and called the insurance company again. Now I'm waiting for the cops to call me back.
Everything I bought today goes back to the store. And my stimulus check buys me a new mirror, which will probably end up on the ground again. I don't care about the clothes so much, it's the principle of the thing. And it's money I can't afford right now, and it makes my car less safe to drive.
The idea of bike commuting daily is looking pretty attractive, but I'm worried- if someone will hit my parked car and drive away, what's to stop them from hitting ME and driving away?
Good news- I found most of it on the grass strip next to the curb.
Bad news- The motorist (translation: bastard covered bastard with bastard filling) did not leave a note.
It was at the corner of Ellicott and River, where I've been parking it since, oh, hell was a puppy, with no ill effect.
If you're reading this and you did it- shame on you, you careless ass. My name is Liz and I own that blue Nissan you hit today.
Shame on you for not owning up. Shame on you for arbitrarily deciding that I had $500 to throw away on car parts. I didn't deserve to be treated that way. If you don't have insurance then you should NOT be on the road. And if you do, you should have left your information so that your insurance company could clean up your mess. Plain and simple.
And if you are a parent, then I hope your children weren't in the car to see what you did, because you're a poor example for a child to follow.
My cell was close to dead while all this was going down, so I knocked on the door of the house adjacent to where I'd parked and the woman said that not only was she on her phone (thankyouverymuch) but that (insert accusatory tone here:) "this sort of thing happens alot". I said nothing- I park my car there twice a week and there are other cars there only on occasion, so I have no fucking clue what she was talking about. I excused myself and tried a few more doors- no one was home or they were hiding. My phone worked long enough for me to get through to an agent and have her tell me that obviously I was in an unsafe area and I needed to drive away from it. Pronto. She was right- apparently living in a $1-2 million home doesn't make you a nice person.
So I drove to the grocery store, bought blackberries (99 cents a box!) and some brie, came home, charged the phone so that I could talk, and called the insurance company again. Now I'm waiting for the cops to call me back.
Everything I bought today goes back to the store. And my stimulus check buys me a new mirror, which will probably end up on the ground again. I don't care about the clothes so much, it's the principle of the thing. And it's money I can't afford right now, and it makes my car less safe to drive.
The idea of bike commuting daily is looking pretty attractive, but I'm worried- if someone will hit my parked car and drive away, what's to stop them from hitting ME and driving away?
