Today was an odd day. I was at my grandma’s house where
there is peace and quiet to get some of my assignments done. I got to work,
getting a few done by lunch time, so my cousin and I went to grab a bite to
eat. As I walked up to my car, I realized that my car had been hit. The driver
door was dented in a good amount, and had no idea who did it. I questioned some
of the guys across the street working on the roof of a house. They said they
had no idea what happened, that they didn’t see or hear anything. I guess that
makes sense because of all the power tools they were using. I decided to go
ahead and have an officer respond to take a report. Since we had no actual
proof that someone hit my vehicle with their own vehicle, it was only
considered property damage. After the officer got done taking her pictures of
the damage and trying to break down a time frame we said our goodbyes and that
was it. I decided I would stay at my grandmothers until the neighbor whose
house was being worked on returned home later that night. Once she arrived I
went over to try and speak with her to ask if she had any idea what happened,
but she didn’t answer the door. I went ahead and looked at the rear bumper on
her truck and noticed some damage to it. I went ahead and had another officer
come finish the report. He agreed that it was obvious she had backed in to my
car and concluded the report as a vehicle accident. The neighbor will be issued
a citation for leaving the scene of an accident and now I don’t have to pay
nearly as much out of pocket to get my vehicle fixed. Yay for me, I guess?
That is an odd day and life is full of them. I am happy to hear that you were able to figure out what happened to your car. What is it with people these days? Why do they care so little for other human beings? ~Ms. A.
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