Last week, I was in a car accident on my way into work. Not fun or particularly funny. Except... that the guy who hit me was driving a stolen car. And I was on the road and he was pulling out of a parking lot - which makes it pretty clear who had the right of way. And after he plowed into me, the genius stopped, pulled over at the nearest gas station, gave me his insurance company name, and let me take a picture of his drivers license. Remember, he was driving a stolen car that wasn't going to be covered by his policy. He had every reason to conceal his identity. But he didn't. I still can't figure it out.
What I do know for sure is that the moron did over $3,000 of damage to my car. And that I've had to ride Trax every day this week while my broken car is being fixed. And I have to pay my collision deductible because the car thief stopped returning my insurance adjuster's calls. And I'm really not amused by it - except for the part of me that is excessively amused by it.
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