Post by rosa on Apr 30, 2009 15:46:37 GMT -7
The kids and I were at the grocery store, the Big 8 on Mesa Street just now. Amid all of the haggling over who gets what donut at the checkout, one of the employees announces that the owner of (our car) needs to go up and talk to the people at the courtesy desk. I think quickly: handicapped space? no....did I hit a squirrel? no....other culpability....I did put the car in park, right? yeah....
I go up, accompanied by kids whose whole afternoon has brightened at the prospect of some pending excitement. The youngest is hoping the car blew up. When we get there, we're told that someone hit our car, the individual is still somewhere in the store and a witness left his card. The employees have the plates to the car that hit ours, and are suggesting I call the cops, insurance, Jesus and the Apostles....maybe the circus too. It was great, on the one hand to see all this concern.
As we proceed to look at the damage, the woman who hit the car approaches, introduces herself and proceeds to apologize profusely for hitting the car. She's assuring me she has insurance, that if I don't want to contact my agent, she will remain to talk to the police, she'll pay out of pocket for the damage.
So naturally, I approach our car with the expectation that it's in pieces. One white scratch adorns the rear bumper. I started to laugh....hard. My kids were absolutely crushed. No dent, no smoke, the car is still where we parked it, just a scratch. My oldest said "Mom, can we go home now?" His afternoon, ruined.
I want to thank the woman who hit the car. She was a wonderful, older lady who didn't speak English and went well out of her way, before she knew someone had witnessed the accident (can't even really call it that....) to give the employees her plates and mine and she waited. She repeatedly offered her name, number, her insurance agent's name and number, she offered me money....she insisted that she was able to take responsibility for what she'd done to my car. The poor woman. It took me twenty minutes to assure her that my kids have done more damage to the thing and that the scratch meant nothing.
I also want to thank the witness, Samuel Sowell, who as it turns out, owns a detailing business and was very handy in offering advice on how to deal with that scratch. ;D
I want to thank him for offering to help, for staying long enough so that I could meet him in person, hear what happened. He chatted my kids up, he took the time to do what he thought was right, and he, along with the older woman just made my whole week.
Mr. Sowell gave me his business card, so if anyone wants a good deal on a nice detailing job, let me know. I think he deserves the plug
There are really great citizens in this town
I go up, accompanied by kids whose whole afternoon has brightened at the prospect of some pending excitement. The youngest is hoping the car blew up. When we get there, we're told that someone hit our car, the individual is still somewhere in the store and a witness left his card. The employees have the plates to the car that hit ours, and are suggesting I call the cops, insurance, Jesus and the Apostles....maybe the circus too. It was great, on the one hand to see all this concern.
As we proceed to look at the damage, the woman who hit the car approaches, introduces herself and proceeds to apologize profusely for hitting the car. She's assuring me she has insurance, that if I don't want to contact my agent, she will remain to talk to the police, she'll pay out of pocket for the damage.
So naturally, I approach our car with the expectation that it's in pieces. One white scratch adorns the rear bumper. I started to laugh....hard. My kids were absolutely crushed. No dent, no smoke, the car is still where we parked it, just a scratch. My oldest said "Mom, can we go home now?" His afternoon, ruined.
I want to thank the woman who hit the car. She was a wonderful, older lady who didn't speak English and went well out of her way, before she knew someone had witnessed the accident (can't even really call it that....) to give the employees her plates and mine and she waited. She repeatedly offered her name, number, her insurance agent's name and number, she offered me money....she insisted that she was able to take responsibility for what she'd done to my car. The poor woman. It took me twenty minutes to assure her that my kids have done more damage to the thing and that the scratch meant nothing.
I also want to thank the witness, Samuel Sowell, who as it turns out, owns a detailing business and was very handy in offering advice on how to deal with that scratch. ;D
I want to thank him for offering to help, for staying long enough so that I could meet him in person, hear what happened. He chatted my kids up, he took the time to do what he thought was right, and he, along with the older woman just made my whole week.
Mr. Sowell gave me his business card, so if anyone wants a good deal on a nice detailing job, let me know. I think he deserves the plug
There are really great citizens in this town