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I am suffering from extreme and utter two-days-after-car-accident angst. Or more accurately, wangst, since the damage to my car was relatively minor (nothing impaired about driving) and the damage to the other guy's car was sufficiently maximal (in the sense that I could fix it myself for about a hundred bucks if I insisted on new parts, so of course he's going to pay five hundred to get it done at a dealer because omg he is going to trade in the car in 7218 miles as of 5:15 PST 2/22) but there was no physical injury that I am aware of.
This has been a more unpleasant process than normal (yes, I have been in enough accidents that there is a normal) because this guy was seriously...wacko. Like, I gave him my po box because I'm not giving ANYONE my physical address, particularly not someone I have a relatively hostile relationship with, so the next day he started freaking out at eight thirty in the morning (note that I have not been waking up before nine lately) and wanted to come get me so we could go to my bank so I could give him the money in cash because he "didn't get a chance to mail that work order and by the time I got it a bunch of his rights would have been abrogated". Oh, and because if I gave him a personal check I would probably put a stop on it.
Because, of course, I do that.
Honeychile, do not fuck with me. I knew that suing the city of Seattle would come in handy for something other than party chit chat all those years ago, and this was that time. Also, I lie better than him, in that I gave him a piece of paper that completely abrogated any right that he might have had in the next three years regarding this accident and he signed it, and I just had to sit there and pretty much say "Well, I just copied this from a form the city sent me when they paid me for an accident one of their police officers caused," with a really innocent look on my face.
And I'm thinking to myself "SUCKER."
Some people need to learn creative lying, is all I'm saying. For example - if he hadn't basically said (literally in about so many words) that he wants to trust people but he works in an industry where people try to rip him off all the time and a personal check is bad because I could put a stop on it, and on and on and on, this would have gone a lot faster. As in, I could have given him a check yesterday. And I, as I have pointed out several times, pay my bills. If he hadn't insulted me, quite seriously more severely than I have been insulted in a long time, this would have gone a lot nicer. As in, he might have rights in this matter now. Probably not, but anything's possible.
Oh, and a handy tip. Never, ever ask me straight out if I don't have the money in my account. That is my business, and the business of anyone I choose to involve, whether it be credit card agency, lender of some sort, or insurance company. In point of fact, that is why I carry insurance.
But all of this bullshit that has tied me up for three days now is finally over and done with and maybe tomorrow I will be able to get something done that doesn't involve sitting around and reading Miss Manners. Now to convince my brain of that.
I think I'm going for a set here. I have collected the Police Officer On Duty, I have collected the Rental Car Rearend (note - do not go through the light if the person in front of you didn't, jackass. Some of us stop for red lights), I have collected the Three Accidents in Two Days, I have collected the Accident in Reverse. And now I have collected the Accident Involving a Person With Parkinson's.
I can't wait to find out what's next on the bingo card. Probably now I will get squooshed by a semitruck on the West Seattle Freeway.
Note to self: Drive less. Driving this many miles in such a small geographic area exposes one to too many other drivers.
But to make things better, I bought the most ridiculous pattern in the world. I plan to make both. *g*
http://store.sewingtoday.com/cgi-bin/butterick/shop.cgi?s.item.B4562=x&TI='cat%20bag'&page=2
This has been a more unpleasant process than normal (yes, I have been in enough accidents that there is a normal) because this guy was seriously...wacko. Like, I gave him my po box because I'm not giving ANYONE my physical address, particularly not someone I have a relatively hostile relationship with, so the next day he started freaking out at eight thirty in the morning (note that I have not been waking up before nine lately) and wanted to come get me so we could go to my bank so I could give him the money in cash because he "didn't get a chance to mail that work order and by the time I got it a bunch of his rights would have been abrogated". Oh, and because if I gave him a personal check I would probably put a stop on it.
Because, of course, I do that.
Honeychile, do not fuck with me. I knew that suing the city of Seattle would come in handy for something other than party chit chat all those years ago, and this was that time. Also, I lie better than him, in that I gave him a piece of paper that completely abrogated any right that he might have had in the next three years regarding this accident and he signed it, and I just had to sit there and pretty much say "Well, I just copied this from a form the city sent me when they paid me for an accident one of their police officers caused," with a really innocent look on my face.
And I'm thinking to myself "SUCKER."
Some people need to learn creative lying, is all I'm saying. For example - if he hadn't basically said (literally in about so many words) that he wants to trust people but he works in an industry where people try to rip him off all the time and a personal check is bad because I could put a stop on it, and on and on and on, this would have gone a lot faster. As in, I could have given him a check yesterday. And I, as I have pointed out several times, pay my bills. If he hadn't insulted me, quite seriously more severely than I have been insulted in a long time, this would have gone a lot nicer. As in, he might have rights in this matter now. Probably not, but anything's possible.
Oh, and a handy tip. Never, ever ask me straight out if I don't have the money in my account. That is my business, and the business of anyone I choose to involve, whether it be credit card agency, lender of some sort, or insurance company. In point of fact, that is why I carry insurance.
But all of this bullshit that has tied me up for three days now is finally over and done with and maybe tomorrow I will be able to get something done that doesn't involve sitting around and reading Miss Manners. Now to convince my brain of that.
I think I'm going for a set here. I have collected the Police Officer On Duty, I have collected the Rental Car Rearend (note - do not go through the light if the person in front of you didn't, jackass. Some of us stop for red lights), I have collected the Three Accidents in Two Days, I have collected the Accident in Reverse. And now I have collected the Accident Involving a Person With Parkinson's.
I can't wait to find out what's next on the bingo card. Probably now I will get squooshed by a semitruck on the West Seattle Freeway.
Note to self: Drive less. Driving this many miles in such a small geographic area exposes one to too many other drivers.
But to make things better, I bought the most ridiculous pattern in the world. I plan to make both. *g*
http://store.sewingtoday.com/cgi-bin/butterick/shop.cgi?s.item.B4562=x&TI='cat%20bag'&page=2
