The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Monday, September 29, 2008
Rear-ended
This was a couple weeks ago... I left work just a little early because I was taking the kids camping with the cubscouts at Mammoth Cave. Well, I was on National Turnpike and the traffic was stopped so I stopped also. This woman of India descent slammed into the back of my car. The only thing I could understand from her was "why you stop?!" and "late for work!" She examined both vehicles and gave me her insurance info and left. Her name was Gambar Shampsah or something like that. Anyway I asked my insurance company what to do and they said to get a police report incident number and give it to her insurance company. Well, when I called the police, the officer did the report, but also gave ME a citation! He asked if my drivers license had the current address and I was like "...uh, no." He asked if this was my previous address. I could not look him in the face, "...uh, no." Well also, although I provided about 5 proof of insurance cards, none were the most current. *sigh*. So here I am, $12 poorer for getting a license, and wasting my time with these fine upstanding citizens...
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