The Day Started So Well and Deteriorated So Quickly. I don’t Really Know where it all Went wrong, Oh Yeah! My Minor Car Accident with Beaver Cleaver’s Parents Went Awry
UPDATE: The guy whose car I allegedly hit had, thankfully, never contacted me again; however, as the scene unfolded in my mind, I realize that I was NOT AT FAULT! As I thought over it for many days, I think I’ve put this puzzle together: The guy’s hummer was Black. Hence the black scratch on their car. They said that they shook in their car when my car hit them. My car would not have made any car shake unless I plowed right into it.
SCENARIO: The Hummer got out of the car spot very quickly and I got into HIS space quickly. Thus, when the people next to me felt the scrape, he was already gone! So there! All these people telling me to just admit I did it. Well, I DIDN’T DO IT!
Thank you for your patience in this matter.
As some of you know, I may not be the best driver, but I’ve only had my license a few years. I’ve always lived in cities with subways, taxis and buses.
I think that I’m a very careful driver, especially in parking lots, because I’m so worried about hitting someone.
I do most of my grocery shopping at the nearest Safeway to our home. Nothing exciting, but you get the basic foodstuffs there even though they have a horrible deli section
Yesterday was the Grand Opening of Fry’s Grocery and I wanted to be there. We’ve needed something with great food in this area for a long time.
No….. I don’t have a life. ;(
So, I’m minding my own business and going around the parking lot 3 times (the place was packed) before I found a spot when someone was backing out.
So I’m waiting and waiting and he finally gets into his big Hummer ( or whatever those big ass cars are called) and gets out of the parking space.
When I go to pull into my spot, this man and woman come at me like I was a wanted fugitive.
“YOU HIT OUR CAR!!!!YOU HIT OUR CAR!!!! The woman told her husband “Be sure to get pictures, Ed”, ( or whatever his name was.)
He had one of those white shirts on with the nameplate. It kind of looked like he worked in a bank or in a different supermarket.
The woman wore a nice outfit with capris. They looked to be in their sixties.
I said “Oh my gosh, NOOOOOO’ because I didn’t feel like I had run into anything. I didn’t even have the radio on because I really wanted to use all my concentration on finding a space in this hugely crowded Fry’s store.
They showed me their car and the line that they said I caused was literally this big _________________.You would have to really look to find it and it was black.
So, Mr. Man is taking pictures and I’m telling them, in 104 degree heat, that there is no way that I made that scrape. It didn’t even have any red in it and my car is red. The woman is in the background yelling to the husband, “do this, do that” I guess she was the brains of the organization.
He acted like he does this all the time; before I could get out of my car, he was taking pictures and getting my license number.
They asked for my insurance and I gave them something that I thought looked like insurance and that other thing that they always check on the show, “COPS’.
The man said that this is out of date. The lady says that I needed to look in my glove case because both of these things are, probably, in the glove compartment. So I go to look and it was locked!!! Who the frick locks a glove compartment.
So, now, the weather is really getting hot and I was ready to just get out of there. Plus, I couldn’t get my phone camera to work and I couldn’t see it anyway so none of my pics came out. Do all of you have the same problem? Seriously, can you not see the screen in the sunlight?
As I was sweating and getting out of the car once again, I fell against their car with my key slipping onto their car. I was just flat on the ground. I immediately looked to see if I made a bigger mess with my key, but I didn’t see anything.
I thought they were asking if the car was ok, but they actually were asking if I was ok, which I thought was really nice.
Then, he asked me for my insurance, etc. again.
When I went to write down my info, it was clear I would never come up with a pen, let alone a pen and paper so he just wrote everything out himself and gave it to me.
So, we started exchanging our info and I tried to get back out of the store before they came out and I would get another chance at getting that picture.
They were long gone. I’m wondering if they are doing some kind of scam? I mean, is it possible?
So, it just ruined my day and I couldn’t wait to get home where I promptly dumped my Diet Dr. Pepper off my table and got everything wet.
Ate a great spicy california roll and went to bed.
As of this writing, I still have not heard from them. Who knows? Maybe they realized I was just too demented to deal with? Maybe they just took too much pity on me?
So…is this a scam? Wouldn’t my red paint make a red scrape? Are there people who go around and claim people hit them in a parking lot?
Well, I knew I had to sit down and in this sparkling new store was a Starbucks and I sat down with my giant Chai Latte and called my husband to tell him about it and my brother who always knows what to do in this situation.
So, how’d your day go?
Depressed and mystified,