I get out of the car and the driver of the Mercedes, this crazy Muslim lady, headscarf and all, is fucking yammering at me basically saying it’s my fault. A witness is also there, who says she’ll wait for the cops and write a statement. I tell this lady I’m going to call the cops and she tells me she has a doctor’s appointment soon, and her family owns a body shop, so we could exchange numbers and talk later. The right side of my car is fucked up, but you can’t tell her car has been in an accident, I’m going to call the fucking cops; she’s going to pay for my fucking car. After I finish, she gets pissed at me and asks if I was in a hurry to go somewhere. I’m like, you tried to turn left from the right lane bitch, where the fuck were you going. The witness randomly starts bitching out the lady because this lady was at fault and apparently she was on the fucking cell phone. Lady gets a ticket and a court summons, while I get off clean. However, her insurance card she had was last renewed in 2007, so my mom and I have to figure out whether this bitch has insurance or not, and her hearing has to take place before I can get my car fixed up.
Car Accidents BLOW.
Here’s a pic of what she did to my car.
Edited by Nan, 16 November 2009 - 07:13 PM.