So...I got rear ended on the way home from work tonight. I'm just chillin' at a red light and BAM!!! It freaked my ace out! I've never been hit from behind before and it is LOUD! So, naturally I pulled to the side and turned my hazards on. I hurried out to see the damage to my car and...couldn't through all the dirt. So using my hands I dusted off my bumper to find some scratches (not nearly as bad as I would have thought from the sound and whiplash) but marks nonetheless. So, old man comes over and immediately gets defensive. Um...excuse me sir...when one is stopped at a red light and bashed from behind it is CLEARLY not their fault....meaning,it's yours!
So Old Man says to me, "As long as you okay we can go."
Me, "Um, no. Those marks are no longer dirt (showing my now filthy hands), it's scratches.
Old Man, "But, you're okay and I'm okay (and he seriously said this next part) and MY cars okay so, we can just go."
Me, "See that rectangle on my bumper that matches your license plate? No sir. I'm not leaving this spot without at least a name and phone number."
Old Man, "I don't have paper."
Me, "Here's a napkin."
And so he wrote his name and number down grudgingly. As we drove off I wrote his license plate number on the napkin too. I felt I needed something more. As my drive home goes on I see old man passing me on the freeway on my left. IN THE CARPOOL LANE. For those of you who don't know, I HATE people who drive around single and use the carpool lane. Not the rules. It's such a cheep copout. It takes true integrity to sit in traffic by yourself. Anyway, now I really hate the guy and I'm waiting for Jared's verdict on if we bother getting the guy to fix my scratches or not.