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There I was, ladies and gents, driving slowly down a parking lot aisle, when BAM!! a guy backs his new Camry out of a parking space right into the passenger side front corner of my aging GMC Jimmy. Oopsie! And me with my groceries in the back of the car.
The Jimmy jumped about a foot to the left, so I stopped and got out to survey the damage. Meh! A minor ding to the front bumper and fender, and some scratches down the passenger side of the Jimmy. The Camry? Oh, not so good. The entire rear bumper plastic got ripped off, a rear tail light smashed, and the trunk sprung.
So, the other driver, red-faced and upset, gets out of his car and has a look. "Why did this have to happen today?" A supermarket security guy walks up and says, "Uh-oh." He asked the other driver if he was OK, since his face was all red and he was sweating. The guy was OK, just upset, and it was warm. So, the security guy called the local town gendarmerie and, presently, a nice young city cop arrived.
He looked at the scene and proceeded to tell the other driver that this accident was clearly his fault, and that he was going to take the hit for the repairs. He then collected our DLs and insurance cards and went back to his car, after having us back into parking spaces. He said he'd be filling out an exchange of information form for us.
While he was doing that, I talked to the other driver, who seemed to be at a loss about all this. "What am I going to do? How am I going to get home? Well, the car was driveable, but the rear bumper plastic thing was hanging off, attached just by one clip and a screw. I told him it wasn't a big deal, and that I'd help him get the bumper thing loose. I fished a phillips screwdriver out of my toolbox and unscrewed the bumper thingie, then popped it off the clip. "How am I supposed to get that thing home?"
So, I asked him to open his trunk, which had some bags of groceries in it. I told him that, if he put the groceries in the back seat, I'd get the plastic bumper cover in the trunk for him. Since it was so flexible, it folded up neatly into the trunk. Nothing really needed doing on my car.
About this time, the cop was done, and had printed out the forms, which had all the information on them about the accident and the two driver's information, including insurance info. He explained about contacting our insurance companies and said that his police report would be available in five days. He then scolded the other driver again, telling him that his police report would reflect that the accident was his fault. The guy just looked sad.
So, I got in my car and left, but remembered that my insurance agent's office was just around the corner, so I drove over there and left the form, or a copy of it, with the agent. No big deal, he said. He promised to contact the other insurance company and get the police report sent to them. "It's cut and dried," he said. "You should have a check for the damage in a couple of weeks, and you won't have to file a claim with us. I'll get it all done for you."
Nice folks all around. He estimated the damage to my car at about $1000, then said, "I'll bet you $5 you aren't even going to bother fixing it, though..." He got it in one. The car's ten years old, and I wouldn't spend $100 fixing that little ding, much less $1000.
So, the bottom line is that my old Jimmy earned me about $1000 this afternoon. That'll come in handy right now. Too bad for the Camry guy, though.
First accident I've ever been in, in 47 years of driving. Hmph!
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