
The other driver gave his information to the police, who of course gave it to us. The first problem: He told the police the wrong insurance company. While I'd like to assume this was a simple mistake, a couple factors make that difficult to believe, mostly the fact that the supposed company informed me that this party hasn't been insured with them for about five years. I could see naming the wrong company after a few months. Maybe even one year, maybe you're flustered or something. But five? I don't think so. The nice people at the wrong insurance company helped me find out who the ACTUAL insurance company was, and I filed claims with both them and my insurance company.
Today, my insurance called and informed me that the other driver was claiming a completely different story.
I know car accidents are one of those "he-said-she-said" things. As evidence, I'd like to present the following:
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| A Google Street Maps view of the site. My husband was stopped planning to turn into the first driveway on the left for the shopping plaza. |
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| Note the multiple "Do not enter" signs. |
So now I get to deal with a lengthy insurance battle, all because a punk kid driving his daddy's company car can't man up and find the cajones to admit he screwed up. I'm sure this drama is not over, so more to come.


