I tried it again. Push the button, pull the handle. Once again, the door wouldn’t open.
It was then that I looked down and saw a giant dent in my car door. Evidently, some jackass hit my car in the middle of the night and damaged it bad enough that the door can’t open from the outside. And of course, the f**ker didn’t leave a note. No insurance info, no “sorry that I hit you,” not even a napkin with a fake phone number on it. I got the old hit and run; the hit and split; the smash and dash.
As you can imagine, this has made getting into my car a real pain. I’ve spent the last few weeks jumping through the window like the Dukes of Hazzard.
Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but not by much.
Yesterday I visited my insurance company and they appraised the damage. They crunched a few numbers, estimated the damage and cut me a check to help get it fixed. Soon I’ll be searching for a good local body shop to replace the door and repaint several parts on the driver’s side.
When I spoke to the insurance guy, he gave me a shocking statistic. In the thirty years that he’s been in the business, he has filed over 75,000 claims. Of all the hit and runs he’s encountered, he says he could count on both hands the number of times that the dasher actually left a note behind.
It’s so weird to me. I know that if I ever hit someone, I would
at least leave a phone number or something. But apparently I’m a total sucker for thinking that way. Nobody does the right thing.I’m curious to know something. How many of you have been involved in a hit and run? Did the other person leave their contact information behind (or if you were at fault, did you leave your contact information behind?).
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