Thursday, April 5, 2012
Car Dings and Ding Bats
On Monday, when I was at the grocery store drooling over Reese Klondike bars, some hoo-haa hit Chris' parked car in the parking lot. For whatever reason, I decided to drive his toaster (Scion xb)-- doesn't happen often.
Side story: The first night I hung out with him, we were all talking about cars. Someone mentioned the Scion xb's and I shouted, "People who drive those clearly need attention!" Then on our first real (sober) date, he pulled up at the zoo in his Scion. I could have died.
Ok... back to my story.
So, I'm walking out of the store towards the toaster that was parked in New/Expectant Mother's parking space. Why? Because I'm a fatty-- gotta get close!
Then, this older lady stops me in the parking lot and asked me if the toaster was my car. Yes, yes it is. She then tells me that she saw/heard another lady hit my car. She said this lady is still sitting in her car.
So, I check out the damage and knock on her window. I ask her if she hit my car and she said yes. She then tells me that she was actually in the middle of writing me a note.
Oh, isn't that lovely?
She finally gets out of the car and tells me how she just got her car that day. I feel a little sorry for her, but she was kind of being pissy with me. She wrote out her insurance information and I headed home.
Do you know where this is going??
I call her insurance company to verify that she was covered and give them my statement. They said an adjuster would be calling me within 24 hours.
Tuesday morning, I tell the girls at work all about it. I was talking about how it's just a small dent and it was her first day owning the car... ba ba blah... maybe we should just let it go?? No blood, no injuries, no foul. The car is pretty scratched and dented on it's own-- someone keyed the whole drivers side when we were at a casino... and then a construction cone had blown out in the middle of the highway and Chris could either hit it or run off the road. We've never turned anything in because we didn't want our insurance to go up.
Her insurance company calls. They had went over my statement and then called her. She told them that I backed into her!! Ahhhh... The audacity.
And now the funny part of Holly Stanfield Toaster Saga...
The guy that came from their Claims Department to look at my car.... His last name was DINGMAN!!
I couldn't make this up if I wanted to, people.