Just my lucky day...

It was unusual to see a queue of cars in the basement parking entrance at 1:30 in the afternoon. Usually, it’s pretty light after rush hour. But for some reason today, a lot of people wanted to park there.

The basement parking drive-through is sort of landscaped like a pyramid. You have to drive up for the building entrance, which is elevated by about 30 degrees, and then the rest of the way is a curved drop to the basement where the valet guys are waiting. So if you were viewing it from the outside, you really wouldn’t see if there was a queue of cars ahead of you... not until you get to where its downwards and the angle of visibility would again permit you to see anything in front of you.

When I drove in, I almost hit a car in front of me. Good thing his distance from the top angle was a little more than a car's length so I had time to kick the brake pad. And for a couple of seconds, I thought to myself... that was fucking close. And within a nanosecond my thoughts rushed to the car behind me. And right about then, I see a big pickup truck's hood in my rearview mirror as it slowly tips the angle and starts to nose dive towards my trunk.

I knew that he was gonna hit me. There was just no way he could see me in front. And almost in synch with me hitting my horn.... BAM! His fucking hood had iron bullbars... Aw Gawd! My poor car. Good thing I didn’t had any afternoon appointments.

Fuck! I wanted to be angry with the guy but I knew it was an honest mistake. I asked if he had insurance... he said yes, well at least that's one thing less to be worried about. So we were standing there attracting the usual curious bystanders and security personnel from the building until the Police Officer finally arrived 1 hour after I made the call.

They took their pictures and sketches and we talked about it for several minutes and agreed that it was best to let the insurance companies take care of the details. I called my agent and she talked to the driver. The good news was that at least he wasn't contesting his sole responsibility. That would've really been a bitchy situation otherwise.

We drove to the Police Station, signed our affidavits and asked my wife to fax over the registration. Then they surprised me when they asked us to reimburse the taxi fare they paid to get to the scene of the accident. I was like "Are you kidding me?" I would've said a lot more, but then the other driver already gave them P60.

So I asked, "When can we get the official Police Report?"

The Officer answered "It'll be ready in 3 days. Come at around 6PM.

I then said "It takes that long to write a police report?" He just gives me an empty stare... and I knew what it meant.

It obviously meant "Yes, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it!"