Serdic 1 Fuckwad 0
Today started out as a continuation of yesterday. In the search for paperwork last night, I realized I hadn't renewed my plates for this year. Something I needed to do if I was going to the cops today. Then all I need is my registration, and my renewal certificate and I'd be legal again.
I couldn't find my registration. =/ So, I had to get a new one, which was another fifteen bucks. Crap. Fine, paid. Dammit. NO! I need to get a Clean Air Test done before I can renew. All this is of course taking place in the MTO (DoV) office, located in the mall, right next to the water main break.
Things really didn't start looking up till around 10 or so, when I chatted with the adjustor. She's a very nice lady (that opinion may change in the next week), who told me that from my description of the events, I wasn't at fault. That of course would have to be backed up by photos, and the police report.
By noon, I was looking forward to filling out the accident report but a little nervous. Still, I managed to get there on time, and start the process of filling out the accident report. I didn't give any details or interpretation. Just the basic information; name, rank and serial number so to speak. The guy showed up just as my part was done, and he began to fill in his details.
Now, comes the fun part. We had to sketch the incident, and here's where things differed. He swore on a stack of Holy Books that he was in the right hand lane and that I'd run into the back of him. I contended that he had turned into the driveway from the center lane. Rather than allow us to argue back and forth, the cop took us out side to look at the cars. He carefully inspected the guy's car, noting the damage and location. He simply looked at my car from across the parking lot (25 feet), and we went back in side.
The cop then told us what happened. With nerves and trepidation, we'd reached the moment of truth. Basically, the damage was consistent with... the guy cut in and tried to get his name out there and not mine. The cop was unfazed, merely looking at the guy while reading my license. No, the damage was consistent with my side of the story.
A wonderful feeling of vindication and relief flooded through my body, to be shortly replaced by amusement as the guy argued with the cop. He'd not learned yet that you don't tell a cop he's wrong. The cop, my new best friend, patiently and professionally tried to explain and demonstrate this fact to the guy. I simply waited patiently for the guy to run out of steam and give up, which took about 10 minutes.
The end result is this. I don't have to pay my deductible. This accident doesn't affect my rate. I was not at fault. It felt liked I'd run a marathon.
Serdic 1.
Fuckwad 0.
I couldn't find my registration. =/ So, I had to get a new one, which was another fifteen bucks. Crap. Fine, paid. Dammit. NO! I need to get a Clean Air Test done before I can renew. All this is of course taking place in the MTO (DoV) office, located in the mall, right next to the water main break.
Things really didn't start looking up till around 10 or so, when I chatted with the adjustor. She's a very nice lady (that opinion may change in the next week), who told me that from my description of the events, I wasn't at fault. That of course would have to be backed up by photos, and the police report.
By noon, I was looking forward to filling out the accident report but a little nervous. Still, I managed to get there on time, and start the process of filling out the accident report. I didn't give any details or interpretation. Just the basic information; name, rank and serial number so to speak. The guy showed up just as my part was done, and he began to fill in his details.
Now, comes the fun part. We had to sketch the incident, and here's where things differed. He swore on a stack of Holy Books that he was in the right hand lane and that I'd run into the back of him. I contended that he had turned into the driveway from the center lane. Rather than allow us to argue back and forth, the cop took us out side to look at the cars. He carefully inspected the guy's car, noting the damage and location. He simply looked at my car from across the parking lot (25 feet), and we went back in side.
The cop then told us what happened. With nerves and trepidation, we'd reached the moment of truth. Basically, the damage was consistent with... the guy cut in and tried to get his name out there and not mine. The cop was unfazed, merely looking at the guy while reading my license. No, the damage was consistent with my side of the story.
A wonderful feeling of vindication and relief flooded through my body, to be shortly replaced by amusement as the guy argued with the cop. He'd not learned yet that you don't tell a cop he's wrong. The cop, my new best friend, patiently and professionally tried to explain and demonstrate this fact to the guy. I simply waited patiently for the guy to run out of steam and give up, which took about 10 minutes.
The end result is this. I don't have to pay my deductible. This accident doesn't affect my rate. I was not at fault. It felt liked I'd run a marathon.
Serdic 1.
Fuckwad 0.
posted by Serdic at 19:32
5 Comments:
Wo0o0o0o0o0oT!! Grats, I'm glad that it went your way. :)
The cop was married, and probably mid to late forties.
That's awesome.
See, this is exactly the reason why people should pass a basic IQ test in order to have children. You know, something like 20 or 30. ;)
There's just too many stupid people having stupid children. I guess that's good for FoxTV ratings, but not us.
Good for you, man.
Yay me! Thanks Lythrum and Jesus!
{insert comment here about Canadian drivers}
/snicker
Glad it all worked out for you Hobbes :)
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