planetdan

Wednesday, February 18, 2004 :::

Update

The old man who hit my car showed up at my door Saturday morning. Apparently he needed some information for his accident report and he could not find me in the phone book because he thought my name was Dennis Miller. (I'd do my best Dennis Miller impression right now, but I wouldn't even know where to begin. Just imagine me saying something obscure and with a Republican slant). Anyway, the poor old man barely even made it up my stairs, even with the aid of his 50 year old son. His son said "I'm Bob, and this is my dad, William, who you met under less than fortunate circumstances last week," and I felt like saying "Actually, no, I didn't have the chance to meet him before he sped away," but just looking at the old man – who was desperately trying to catch his breath in my living room chair – made me reconsider. I'm pretty sure he mumbled something about being sorry and about how he "screwed up" as he was leaving, but his coughing and wheezing made it hard to tell. So now I feel bad. It was probably just an ingenious ploy to influence me into not suing them and the second I turned around the old man was probably doing limber cartwheels down my driveway. Not that I'd ever sue anyway. I'm anti-litigious.

Anyway, I feel bad for the poor old guy. Especially now that his insurance is paying for everything so I can't be angry anymore.

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