Some people just don’t know how to be decent.
Last week my friends and I were having an innocent ride down London. But before we could even start our conversation, some bozo who had been driving an SUV as slowly as a tractor stopped moving unexpectedly in the middle of the road, causing us to hit her vehicle lightly. Now, to make matters worse, instead of asking for our apology, she even had the audacity to threaten filing a No Win No Fee car accident claim against me and my friends! Said we gave her whooplash or something. And that she would teach us all a lesson.
We snickered, “We don’t know about you granny, but it looks as if you’re the one who needs a lesson—a driving lesson, that is!” And we laughed ourselves to death.
We were ready to quit (our green van wasn’t damaged or anything), when we saw the woman taking down our car’s plate number. We didn’t think much about it at the time. In fact, we left the woman driving to some police station, while we went on to enjoy ourselves at my girlfriend’s party. It was a good day.
Which quickly turned into a bad one. A few hours after arriving at my girlfriend’s house, my parents called me up and told me to go home. When I did get home, after sobering myself up a little (it’s not a party unless you get some booze on, right?), I discovered to my horror that the little cat actually was not bluffing and did go on to file a No Win No Fee car accident claim! And not only that, she was demanding no less than 10,000 pounds for her injury! “The nerve of that dwarf,” I said. I argued that even if we did injure her, we should not be asked for that much amount, for her injury was merely a light one and her car was not badly damaged at all. Nevertheless, she argued, when my parents did get to talk to her, that the bulk of the amount was meant to compensate not her physical injuries, but her “emotional” and “psychological” ones.
“What the—,” I said, “Surely, this must be a joke! We live in Great Britain, for Christ’s sake. We don’t tolerate this kind of drama here. We’re not Members of Parliament! This woman is not the Queen! This isn’t some Narnia!”
But the dwarf got her wish. For some reason my parents and my friends’ parents paid her in full. Now, we’re all grounded for a year. So much for a happy spring break.
Last week my friends and I were having an innocent ride down London. But before we could even start our conversation, some bozo who had been driving an SUV as slowly as a tractor stopped moving unexpectedly in the middle of the road, causing us to hit her vehicle lightly. Now, to make matters worse, instead of asking for our apology, she even had the audacity to threaten filing a No Win No Fee car accident claim against me and my friends! Said we gave her whooplash or something. And that she would teach us all a lesson.
We snickered, “We don’t know about you granny, but it looks as if you’re the one who needs a lesson—a driving lesson, that is!” And we laughed ourselves to death.
We were ready to quit (our green van wasn’t damaged or anything), when we saw the woman taking down our car’s plate number. We didn’t think much about it at the time. In fact, we left the woman driving to some police station, while we went on to enjoy ourselves at my girlfriend’s party. It was a good day.
Which quickly turned into a bad one. A few hours after arriving at my girlfriend’s house, my parents called me up and told me to go home. When I did get home, after sobering myself up a little (it’s not a party unless you get some booze on, right?), I discovered to my horror that the little cat actually was not bluffing and did go on to file a No Win No Fee car accident claim! And not only that, she was demanding no less than 10,000 pounds for her injury! “The nerve of that dwarf,” I said. I argued that even if we did injure her, we should not be asked for that much amount, for her injury was merely a light one and her car was not badly damaged at all. Nevertheless, she argued, when my parents did get to talk to her, that the bulk of the amount was meant to compensate not her physical injuries, but her “emotional” and “psychological” ones.
“What the—,” I said, “Surely, this must be a joke! We live in Great Britain, for Christ’s sake. We don’t tolerate this kind of drama here. We’re not Members of Parliament! This woman is not the Queen! This isn’t some Narnia!”
But the dwarf got her wish. For some reason my parents and my friends’ parents paid her in full. Now, we’re all grounded for a year. So much for a happy spring break.
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