My lovely (and dangerous) wife was rear-ended at a traffic light yesterday afternoon by a 20 year-old kid who thought it necessary to announce "I wasn't texting THAT time!" after the wreck. Probably not what his insurance company would want him to announce following an accident he had caused, ya think?
Anyway, no one was hurt. My wife's car slammed into an SUV parked ahead of her Mustang at the light, and the police officer who took the accident report noted the kid had struck her from behind and that collision had driven her car into the SUV. We'll see how this all plays out in the next couple of days (or months... I have a pessimistic attitude about insurance companies).
One complicating factor might be that we've cancelled our current car insurance policy and paid a premium to another firm, but our old policy was still in effect and will be for another three days. A quick call to the claims department of the old company was unrewarding... they offered to work on the matter if we'd only pay the deductible for their assistance. I heard my wife's "Bullshit!" from the other room, so I knew things weren't going swimmingly on the phone.
In the meantime, her pony car is crinkled up in the front and the hood won't open for me to examine the radiator or fan assembly. No fluids seem to be leaking, but they might have dumped out at the light while she and the others waited for the police to show up. One headlight was crushed and the back end is a mess (wouldn't it be sweet if bumpers on cars, trucks, and SUVs were all designed to meet in accidents? Instead, her bumper went under the SUV's bumper and did all the damage).
You would have to know my wife and her relationship with that Mustang to understand how traumatic it is for her to see "The Princess" in less than pristine condition in the garage. As the coming days drag on and more hassles and headaches ensue, I don't look forward to the general "vibe" in the atmosphere around here. The sooner they get this thing resolved and she's got her baby back to its previous condition, the better. As it is, giant slabs of red paint are flaking away from the front and rear of the car, and the hood is buckled up in a most unattractive manner.
It's not a good thing when The Empress is unhappy. I'm putting my usual snark on hiatus until this is resolved for my own self-preservation. I made the mistake of mentioning that, technically, a driver is required to leave adequate room between her car and the car ahead of hers, just in case some idiot rams into her, and received a withering glare for my fucked up opinions.