At last I am driving my own car again. My own ghetto-ass car with the trunk taped down with bright yellow tape, and an imprint of someone else's license plate in the crunched up bumper. God forbid it rains.
God, I feel like a moron. This whole time the car was being stored in a damn body shop, this whole time I borrowed my boyfriend's mother's car, my car was PERFECTLY DRIVEABLE. (after the trunk was taped down, a piece of the bumper was removed from the wheel well, and the light bulb in the trunk was unplugged.)
But now my boyfriend is down a thousand dollars, I'm no closer to reaching a settlement.
What the hell kind of system is this? One moron in a truck hits three cars, the last of which is mine. His insurance company won't tell me when they'll have the settlement done and be able to reimburse us for the damages. Now they're advising me to sue the guy who was driving the car behind me (not the guilty one - one of the other victims of the pileup.) Not the guy's insurance, the guy himself. He had a puppy in his car. Do you know how ridiculous it is to have to sue a perfectly innocent stranger who LET YOU HOLD HIS PUPPY?!
I guess I shouldn't complain too much. It's not like I was the girl in the second car. I saw the paramedics strap her in. They asked her to move her foot and she could not. Ian said it looked like she'd broken both her knees.
I guess where I'm going with this is.... You have no right to feel safe. Even if you do nothing wrong, someone else might do something that leaves you screwed over.