Armless Penguin
08-02-2006, 04:21 PM
Because I will be in court. That's right, I, a seventeen-year-old young'un, am being sued. For a car accident. An accident.
So imagine this: it's Christmas night 2005, it's dark, and it's rainy. I'm less than a block away from home, heading back for dinner, and turning left at a light with no arrow. I'm sixteen, have had my liscense for less than two months, so I probably shouldn't be out, but I am. Oh, well. I make a mistake, don't look before I turn, my bad, and BAM I hit another car. Well, an SUV.
My tiny little Ford Escort is totalled. The SUV? Not so much.
I'm fine, really. The other driver . . . is "injured" . . . kind of. But, hey, she wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Anyway, she's taken to the Emergency Room. I go there too, after, of course, receiving a ticket for Failure To Yield—Left Turn.
Months pass, I pay the ticket, and go back to driving school. Foolishly, I think the ordeal's over with.
Then June comes, and I get a call from Geico telling me that the situation is probably going to court.
I'm jumping for joy.
As it turns out, Geico paid for her car's work, but refused to pay for the injuries she received, as, again, she hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. Well, I guess that kind of irritated her, so she called up a lawyer.
Well, we all know what lawyers want.
So Geico decides to offer her some cash in order to settle it. I believe they offered about eight grand, which would have paid her medical bills and more. But no, she wanted fifteen. Oy vey. She eventually dropped down to twelve-thousand, but Geico just heartily said "screw that!" So she filed paperwork, and here we are.
Now get this, she's not really even contesting the injuries, she really can't. The whole reason she wants this insane amount of money is that I hit her on Christmas. Apparently, I ruined it for her. As if mine was so much better. Accidents happen every day, and it's not like I did it on purpose, and I guarantee you that it wouldn't have been this big of a deal if it had happened over Hanukkah.
I seriously hope the judge is Jewish.
Now, don't get me wrong. I feel guilty about it, I really do. But come on! It just irks me, and I really have no faith left in the legal system anyway, so this is just another knotch in the belt. Still, Geico's providing a lawyer and covers me up to thirty-thousand, so I really have nothing to worry about. Oh well.
So imagine this: it's Christmas night 2005, it's dark, and it's rainy. I'm less than a block away from home, heading back for dinner, and turning left at a light with no arrow. I'm sixteen, have had my liscense for less than two months, so I probably shouldn't be out, but I am. Oh, well. I make a mistake, don't look before I turn, my bad, and BAM I hit another car. Well, an SUV.
My tiny little Ford Escort is totalled. The SUV? Not so much.
I'm fine, really. The other driver . . . is "injured" . . . kind of. But, hey, she wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Anyway, she's taken to the Emergency Room. I go there too, after, of course, receiving a ticket for Failure To Yield—Left Turn.
Months pass, I pay the ticket, and go back to driving school. Foolishly, I think the ordeal's over with.
Then June comes, and I get a call from Geico telling me that the situation is probably going to court.
I'm jumping for joy.
As it turns out, Geico paid for her car's work, but refused to pay for the injuries she received, as, again, she hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. Well, I guess that kind of irritated her, so she called up a lawyer.
Well, we all know what lawyers want.
So Geico decides to offer her some cash in order to settle it. I believe they offered about eight grand, which would have paid her medical bills and more. But no, she wanted fifteen. Oy vey. She eventually dropped down to twelve-thousand, but Geico just heartily said "screw that!" So she filed paperwork, and here we are.
Now get this, she's not really even contesting the injuries, she really can't. The whole reason she wants this insane amount of money is that I hit her on Christmas. Apparently, I ruined it for her. As if mine was so much better. Accidents happen every day, and it's not like I did it on purpose, and I guarantee you that it wouldn't have been this big of a deal if it had happened over Hanukkah.
I seriously hope the judge is Jewish.
Now, don't get me wrong. I feel guilty about it, I really do. But come on! It just irks me, and I really have no faith left in the legal system anyway, so this is just another knotch in the belt. Still, Geico's providing a lawyer and covers me up to thirty-thousand, so I really have nothing to worry about. Oh well.