Living and driving in town is just an accident waiting to happen, regardless how well your driving skills are. Too many people, too many things going on in their own little worlds and too little attention being focused on the world around them. So it was with little surprise that as I sat at the stop sign on a T-intersection waiting for a car to pass by before I pulled out, I could do more and watch the ass end of an ancient Ford Aerostar back out of the driveway across the street and right into my vehicle, the newest one I own none-the-less.
Being I was alone, I may have said a swear word or two which explains why after I pulled back into the driveway of the offending person, that he raised his hand and said immediately that he was at fault. Having never been in an accident before, I was unsure of what I should do but when the guy mentioned something about if I was interested in settling this creatively, I called the cops and had them come out to write a report.
The local cult here in town are if anything, definitely one of the most creative people when it comes to money. They are the masters of getting grants, weaseling out of debts, etc and since this guy was obviously loosely affiliated with the cult, I wanted none of it. We were going through the proper channels.
The man in the Aerostar took my pad and pen from my hand while I was on the phone with the police and started to write down his insurance information. While we were waiting for the police to show up, I told them that if he didn't mind, I wished to write down his insurance information myself which kind of pissed him off but I'm glad I did. After I got home later and was getting the information ready to call my insurance people, I noticed that he gave his address as a post office box instead of a street address, had written down his phone number different than the one he gave me later and also looks like he deliberately tried to make his policy number hard to read by scratching it out in a couple places, appending above it and breaking it into multiple lines as he tried to cram it at the end of a line with half a sheet of blank paper still to write on. Predictable they most certainly are.
The worst part about this whole incident is that vehicle wise, my world has gone to pouring instead of just raining. My wife's car needs some work (both some that I am planning on doing and blogging about later and other that I can't do) and is already scheduled to get it this coming week and was going to take the van back with her to the urban jungle. I'm no sooner going to get hers fixed when I have to take that one in for repair. Fortunately I have my thirteen year old trusty civic as backup which will come in handy over the next few weeks.