AnonymousCoworker

Here’s the first part of the story.

After the cop gave me the info I went inside to cool down. The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. The next morning I got a call from my insurance company. They told me that they were going to do a tag search on the guy’s plates so they could determine his insurer. They said it would take a few days.

A few days later I got a call from my insurance company. They had found the guy, and they started a claim for me with his insurer. They told me to call his insurer and follow-up on the claim if they didn’t call me by the Monday of the next week.

Don’t you just know it, they called me Monday. They took all my info, and asked if I could take my car to a mechanic in the area. I said sure, and the two mechanics’ locations they offered weren’t very convenient, so they offered to have an inspector come to my place of work, and inspect the car there.

I said that was fine, and the guy inspected my car and told me I should get a check from the insurance company in a few days. I was skeptical, but Friday night, when I got home from the dinner boat cruise, there was an envelope from the insurance company waiting for me outside the apartment. I opened it, and inside was a check for $253 dollars. The approximate cost to replace my bumper.

I was thinking about photocopying the check and leaving it on the douchebag’s windshield with a note that said, “If you had simply apologized, this wouldn’t have happened.” But I decided against it, and now I’ll probably use the money to a) donate to the Bookthing, b) doublecheck my car’s integrity with my regular mechanic, and make any fixes to it with the money, c) put any remaining money into savings.

I feel vindicated. Like the system actually works.

Anyone else think that “Tidbits” is a funny word? No? Just me, then. Oh well. Here are some tidbits from over the weekend.

1) On Friday night, ACWF and I went on a dinner boat cruise thing from Alexandria, VA to Georgetown, DC. It was okay, we got a 5 course dinner* that was about average, and a floating tour of the monuments. We got to see the back of the Lincoln Memorial, and the back of the Jefferson Memorial. All in all, I’d say the entire boat ride was bursting with mediocrity. It’s a good thing we had a $100 gift certificate, or I really would have felt ripped off.

2) Speaking of bursting with mediocrity, The Sketch Show premiered last night. Good grief was it terrible. I only laughed twice during the whole show, and it wasn’t so much a laugh as a chuckle marred with pity. There was actually a point where they used the tired double entendre of teste/testy in a sketch about a guy who lost a testicle. Yawn. Robot Chicken, on the other hand, had me laughing to the point of hernia. Again.

3) On Saturday, ACWF and I went to the mall so she could purchase her signature scent, Happy, by Clinique. (I used to wear Curve, but Kmart wears Curve too, so as opposed to smelling like we cuddle whenever we’re together, I opted for Kenneth Cole, Black. But I accidentally bought New York instead of Black, so now that’s what I smell like during the infrequent times I’m wearing cologne.) We met my uncle and second cousin, his grandson, at Gillians, and we played some games. We eventually found one game, and it had a reputation for paying out big tickets. There was a tech refilling the tickets every five minutes. We soon found out why. Once you start to learn the nuance of the game, it’s easy to get about 200 tickets per play. You simply shoot the ball to the upper level, drop it through the 80 ticket hole while the bonus ticket hole has… nevermind. Let’s just stick with, “it’s easy to get 200 tickets per play.” At one point I managed to hit the 1000 point hole, and tickets started spewing out of the machine. The tech had to come and reload in the middle of the payout, all the while my second cousin keeps calling me, “a legend.”

“Holy crap! Ha ha ha! Look at all these tickets! This guy’s a legend! He’s a legend!”

4) Finally, last night, while we were watching TV there was this horrible smell. Like a horrible baby poop mixed with rotten enchiladas and curry. It smelled horrific. Neither ACWF nor I had the vapors, and there were no cats in the room, so we were baffled. After a moment, the smell went away. A smell strong enough to kill a small child was gone. A little later on, it came back, and apparently it was following ACWF around. She changed out of her pajamas into another pair of pajamas, and the smell went away. Weird.

Have a nice week.

*The five course dinner consisted of a cheese course of that red wine cheese that comes in little plastic buckets, a salad with fresh greens, fruit, walnuts, and mushrooms, a seafood chowder, our entree, shrimp and crabmeat with rice and green beans, and cheesecake for dessert for me. Not exactly fancy.