Friday, September 19, 2008

Stupid, accusatory bitches from Pennsylvania

So... I had the ULTIMATE pleasure of getting into yet another fender bender this morning. Good Christ, now my car officially looks like it's been driven down to almost the smallest end of a drainage pipe. Seriously...I have damage all the way around the car. All damage I did to myself, mind you. This newest adventure in dents is going to send me right to the body shop. And that little accusatory BITCH is going to pay for it. FUCK ME. I can't fucking believe I was so NICE to her! Anyway, here's the wonderfully thorough claim I just wrote to my insurance company:

Dear Claims Dept.,

I would like to report an accident that happened this morning, 9/19/08 at approximately 8:15 a.m. in Burbank, Ca. It involved myself and one other vehicle. There were only two drivers and no passengers.. I was travelling West on Riverside Dr., as was the other party. We had been waiting at a red light and the accident happend as we travelled through the intersection of Olive Ave. and Riverside Dr., here:
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I was driving straight, in the middle lane, with my hands at 10 and 2. I remember being startled by the unexpected BUMP. I'm pretty sure now, after studying the street map, that she pulled into me. I believe she was in the left turn lane and didn't realize it. Please also see this view:
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I pulled over to the far right corner, just past the intersection and noticed that she kept going. So I followed her to the Cheveron gas station just up Riverside. She was on the phone with the police when I tapped her shoulder and asked what happened. Right away she said that I'd pulled into her. I was in a daze and nervous...trying to remember, but I couldn't place it. I didn't want to argue so we exchanged info and waited for the police. I noticed she was talking to some guy, who may or may not have been a witness. I'm sorry I didn't ask who he was, but he was asking her things and seemed to be helping her out for some reason. He did not speak to the police man who arrived to take the report. I feel like an idiot for not asking now... I also feel like an idiot for saying the words, "I'm sorry..." after she blantantly accused me of running into her. I realize now, after studying the map and replaying the scene in my mind, that it must have been her who hit me. I know I was headed straight and in the middle lane next to the left turn lane because I have travelled this route to work several times over the past five years. She, on the other hand, is from Pennsylvania and is on unfamiliar territory.

Please see the attached photos of my car damage. You'll notice in picture #1 that the scratch extends all the way down the driver's side door, starting from where I pointed out her car's bumper. The only damage her car sustained was to the front passenger side of the bumper. Now that I have studied the map and thought about what happened, it seems very clear that she pulled into my car from the left turn lane. I was not turning left on Olive, so why would I deliberately pull into her car? The more I think about it, the angrier I get, because I practically admitted fault by saying I'm sorry. But I sincerely believe that it was not my fault. The following is the information I gathered from the other driver:

Stupid Bitch
1234 Somewhere out there
Pennsylvania
Cell phone#: 800-I'm-a-fuck-head

Lic #123 456 78
DOB: 12/10/75

The cop on the scene was from the Burbank Police Dept., his last name Toth and his badge #9542. The date and time he recorded for the incident is 9/19/08/08:20 hours.

The other driver did not have her insurance with her, but said she had insurance with some company in Erie, PA and had given the information to the rental car company. She was driving a Hyundai Accent, rented from the local Hertz, most likely the one at the Burbank airport.

Please confirm receipt of this email right away, either by return email or by calling me on my cell phone at 800-I'm-gonna-kill-some-bitch. I would like to resolve this issue and get my car fixed.

Thanks very much for your help!

Signed, one pissed off Julie
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Ya think I have a chance in hell? I feel like such an idiot. I was in shock and didn't even argue when she accused me. But after reviewing the intersection on Google maps (which is pretty fucking AWESOME for this kind of shit, btw) I remembered what happened. I was going straight and I'm sticking to my story. The dumbass didn't know where she was going because she's NOT FROM HERE, LIKE 3/4 OF THE FUCKING STATE OF CALIFORNIA. The fuck is here on vacation. And to think I was so nice to her, saying I'm sorry and wishing her a nice rest of the vacation. She just looked at me like I was nuts the whole time. HOW could I BE so STUPID?! Well, I'ma fight this, that's for sure. Now that I realize what happpened. And I don't know WHO that ugly guy was hanging around the scene, he was only talking to her and didn't say anything to the cop.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sweetie, I'm sorry; I don't know a thing about such matters, because I've been very lucky as far as accidents go. It was always VERY clear that the other person was at fault.

I just wanted to say that I really hope everything turns out well for you.

Chris (aka Ducks54) said...

I hope it turns out too. I hate car accidents... especially when they aren't my fault! And I know what you're saying about California... too many fuckin' tourists, I swear! **HUGS!!**

Anonymous said...

You're not guilty just because you said you were sorry. From the way you described it, she hit you, kept going, pulled into a gas station, didn't have any insurance (I've had two fender benders...neither person has had insurance either...my luck too!!) and tried to find a fake witness. I think your insurance claim guy will be able to figure it out. Do try and be assertive though when he asks you questions. That's vital!

Anonymous said...

Ouchy ouch! I'm forever yelling at people with license plates from other states: "Move it, IDAHO!"

Long before I ever got my driver's license, my parents DRILLED into me that you NEVER admit fault or say sorry at an accident. Thankfully, I've never needed to use the information.

I hope you get that hag in the end!