So I was on my way down to Camp Pendleton when shortly after changing lanes a guy in a truck hits me. Luckily I was driving my old car at the time so my new one is still good. We stopped and I asked the guy if he was alright and he said yes. The guy of course said it was my fault, but the strange thing was that he refused to give me his information since he said it was my fault (which CA law requires both drivers to swap information regardless of fault). So I had to call the police and shortly after calling the police he gave me his information. We swapped information and then the police arrived. The guy was very quiet and not quick to say anything to the police. He didn’t even say it was my fault to the police officer. I didn’t want to make the accident any bigger than need be, so I didn’t get a police report (big mistake). Anyway, the officer told us to call our insurance and it’d be dealt with. The guy didn’t call his insurance company…he called a lawyer. Now I’m in a fucking lawsuit because of an accident he caused. Hell, his insurance company, which is there to fight for him, said it was both of our faults, so they are even taking some liability. This guy is a fucking asshole. He’s just doing it for the money and he’s claiming all kinds of injuries (even though that was the first thing I asked him). Hell, he hit me on my driver door with the front corner of his car, if anyone should be hurt it should be me.
I say Vietnam strikes again since the guy came from Vietnam just a couple of years ago.
Unfortunately, your best bet would have been to have the officer find out who was at fault at the scene of the accident because even the most manipluative con artist or lawyer can’t argue against a ticket issued at the scene of the crime.
Your best bet now would be to get both the officer who responded to the accident and a doctor who can give a second opinion to the guy’s condition.
Originally Posted by Rigmarole Claim your fave pants suffered from the accident and sue the bastard for 54$ million.
Or better yet claim that your fave pants suffered from spilled hot coffee (along with you) from the accident. You can also make a counter suit for emotional trauma suffered durring the previous trial.
Incidentally, a friend of mine (and myself) find(s) the slang term “gook” hilarious because it never <i>ever</i> caught on despite the efforts of U.S. marines during the Vietnam war, yet it’s supposed to be racist. It’s onomatopoeic, for sure, but it’s such a stupid word
The racists part is more just a joke since my old car had Marine stickers all over it. The guy is old enough to remember the Vietnam War and live in Vietnam, so it is like he remembers the war and is taking out his frustration this way. Besides, you remember how clever and shady Charlie was. Charlie was always doing surprise attacks.
Yeah, with all that is going on now, it would have been better to just risk the ticket.
