I had the same sort of accident, but since it wasn’t even a week after I’d bought the car, I had it checked out by the dealer… even if there’s no visible damage, those plastic bumpers have crumple zones – they’re designed to break and prevent worse damage. So you probably should check to make sure everything under the plastic cover is still in good shape. (it was $1000 damage on mine, a few years ago.)
Quick, MOL Get her a rum and coke! Save us both!
It won’t be long until I am no longer separated from my rum. One hour and 6 minutes… 55 seconds… drone
Rule #1: Always call the police, always exchange info
Rule #2: No, seriously, always call the police, always exchange info
Rule #3: Repeat rules no. 1-2 until you truly understand them
No matter how little damage there appears to be, no matter how nice the other person seems, it is always possible for you to get fucked after the fact. My coworker learned this lesson a couple of months ago, when another woman backed up into her car, immediately admitted responsibility, etc., and then started making all kinds of ridiculous claims, starting with my coworker being at fault, then including whiplash, and finally working her way up to accusing her of being drunk at the time of the accident.
The insurance companies ended up believing my coworker, fortunately, but it was still a huge amount of stress and hassle for her.
People who can’t move at a reasonable speed should all be shot until they can rush properly. This applies both to pedestrians and service job employees.
Holy crapple - is this in response to some other thread here?
Now I want a rum’n’coke. (Why yes, I am the easily suggestible type.) No rum in the house, and I’m out of moolah till tomorrow’s paycheck. Luckily there’s whiskey in the house.
Happy birthday, Chimera!
(I named my boobs, too, but not very creatively: Lefty, and Righty. I’m careful not to mix them up and call them by each other’s moniker, though.)
Yup, I was at fault in a fender bender - punched in her front left fender, my car appeared to only have a little wheel-well-shaped semicircle on the front, maybe an eighth of an inch indented.
Except for the metal bumper part bent and pushed against the radiator, not visible underneath the mostly undamaged outer shell of the car.
I prescribe a vacation and a massage. Rum and cokes (rums and coke?) can be added at will.
It is a 16 year old piece of shit with 160,000 miles on it and more pressing issues than that a piece of metal under some plastic might be dented. There is absolutely no value in getting that cosmetic damage repaired, let alone dealing with a $500 deductible. Hell, if I had the $500, I’d be fixing other issues.
I have this lovely mental image of people moving faster because they’re being shot repeatedly.
I know it hasn’t been long but I really need to get this off my chest.
Dear Employer,
I do NOT work for free. That was our agreement. I work and you pay me. So why have you shirked your responsibility? My paycheck was supposed to arrive last Friday, though most people got theirs the Tuesday before that. Why doesn’t all the payroll people know the actual procedures? I do not like being promised my paycheck tomorrow only to find out that they can’t reissue it until after they are done with the next pay cycle. I’m tired of this and I really need to pay rent.
Sincerely,
Your new engineer
Why must the fucking low battery chirp on the smoke detector ALWAYS fire up at night? And why when I put a new battery in does the fucking thing not shut the fuck up? Perhaps because the battery I put in is not one of the approve models that is listed on the battery compartment - but if your device is so freaking sensitive that not any old 9V will work then you have truly succeeded in producing a piece of shit.
Hmm…ten minutes after I put the new battery in the beeping stopped. That’s it. New detectors are on the list for this weekend. I have no faith in these pieces of crap.
I have a friend I’ve known for more than twenty years. When we first got acquainted, he was a pretty cheery guy, but for more years than my teenage son has been ALIVE, he’s been a pint of depression-flavored ice cream with just a swirl of sardonic humor running through it – usually because of women. There was the woman who moved back to France, breaking his heart in the process, and it took him YEARS to get over her, and in the meantime literally ANYTHING could get him onto the subject of “god, I miss French Girl.”
Now he’s married to a doctor who’s in the residency part of her career arc and therefore doesn’t have time for him, blah blah fishcakes. We live in different cities, but he calls me from time to time and the calls are just so goddamn exhausting. it’s all about what’s going wrong in his life, with really nothing on the upside to leaven the conversation. I mean, shit, my acting career is going nowhere and I feel trapped in the house by my on-vacation children, but I don’t just use those topics to crap all over everyone I TALK to. (to be fair, I don’t know that he does this to everyone – it may just be ME. Which does NOT make me feel any better.)
The latest call: her career is making them move across country, he just lost his job (actually kind of good timing if you think about it), he was about ready to leave her… but she’s pregnant. AND he’s driving to their new town, his path takes him through MY town, and he’s planning to stay for a week. I feel like a horrible friend, but the thought of a whole week of face-to-face conversations with him where I can’t pretend I need to get off the phone after a while is just making me want to turn off all the lights and hide until he drives away.
Oh, and in other news, my acting career is going nowhere and I feel trapped in the house by my on-vacation children.
Well this is minor but irritating. I have an appointment with the Melanoma surgery for a check upin October. They ring today and say they would like to change it as the doctor would be on leave and would December be fine? That is great and I agree and we are about to set a date and then the line drops out for whatever reason.
I wait for them to ring back. They don’t. I wait 10 minutes, dig out their and ring them back. “Oh thanks for ringing back and where were we?” No sorry for not calling me back, or kiss my arse or anything. It’s not as though I was driving the change.
Anyway, it is July so this post is in the wrong thread anyway.
Isn’t it beautiful? I think I’m tearing up a bit.
Ooh, good point. New** July minirants **thread here!
You don’t get their insurance information to necessarily fix YOUR car - you get it to cover your ass so they don’t do to you what happened to Shot From Guns’ co-worker. I had a fender-bender years ago, too, and I had a little dent on my old car that wasn’t worth worrying about, so I didn’t go to the police. Next thing I know, the police are knocking on my door and charging me with a bullshit charge even though the other car had hit ME. It cost me $400 to make the charge go away (it was so bullshit that it was just dismissed). The next play was that the owner of the car who had hit me was going to sue me personally.
That’s crap. I’ve worked in many accounting departments in many companies, and the policy was always, if we screwed up your paycheque, we will fix it pronto. There are always procedures to cut a manual cheque.
Exactly. The point is not so much to get them to pay for your potentially nonexistant damages as it is to *cover your ass *in case they decide to accuse you of causing the whole thing and try to get you to pay for their damages, “injuries,” pain and suffering, children’s orthodontia, etc.
This person may *seem *sweet and responsible. You do not actually know them. There is a distinct possibility that they are lying to you, or that they will change their mind later.
… We should probably have this thread locked, eh?
Fuck, it’s July; stop posting in June mini-rants.
Yes I recognize the irony of posting in this thread to decry posting in this thread.
You first. 
People who misspell the name of someone famous to show just how much they can’t be bothered with a two-second Google search. See: Cilene Dionne
Oops, wrong thread. ~sigh~