This is so strange.
Earlier this week at dinner, my wife gets a call and it’s my teenage daughter in tears because she was in an accident in the car. She’s okay, except she’s upset. A nice lady gets on the phone and assures my wife it’s only a small dent. She’s willing to handle it off the books. Wife asks her to get an estimate.
Daughter totaled the Montero last year, so I assume she’s just an inexperienced driver. Next morning I see the damage is on the driver’s side front bumper. Headlight still works, but there is an ugly rip in the fender.
Today I go to meet with Rebecca, the nice lady who doesn’t want to see our insurance costs go through the roof. She shoves some paperwork from a local body shop into my hand and assures me it’s way too much to pay. It’s $2k. I look at the damage to her car and it’s also on the driver’s side, but on the back door and above the wheel well. Rebecca introduces me to her husband Terry, who tells me he is interested in making a deal. What will I give him for the damage? He also tells me he has cancer. And, for some reason, that he has worked at the local chain grocery store most of his life. It doesn’t really matter, but Terry doesn’t have any front teeth. Meanwhile, Rebecca keeps assuring me that my daughter is a wonderful person and that the people that run these body shops are all thieves. I’m getting a really bad feeling about all of this.
I suggest they go to Doug’s for an estimate, a body shop I’ve used that’s right around the corner. Terry tells me he will. It’s time for me to go, but Terry keeps circling back to me paying him. He suggests $700 or $800. I tell him we probably have to go through insurance.
I get out of there and go to the grocery store. Rebecca calls me and hands the phone to Terry. It hasn’t been 20 minutes. He tells me he got the estimate from Dougs and it’s $3k. Huh. Doug has never moved that fast for me. I tell Terry I’m sorry he has cancer and that we’re going to have to go through insurance and hang up. As I’m paying for my groceries 5 minutes later, Rebecca calls again. I push it to voicemail.
I go home and ask my daughter to describe the accident to me. She says she was exiting a parking lot and making a right turn. Rebecca was in the center lane entering the parking lot. Somehow the two cars collided. Some accidents you can tell by the position of the cars who is at fault, but this doesn’t sound like one of those accidents to me. I asked my daughter what happened next and she said Rebecca got out of the car, looked at the damage and said, “You’re going to have to pay for this.”
As soon as my child started to weep, Rebecca changed her tone.
Fuck! That sneaky little shit took advantage of my kid.
I think Rebecca collided with my daughter on purpose. We never exchanged insurance information. I’m not even sure if Rebecca owns the car that was damaged. She told my daughter something about it being a loaner, but I didn’t know that until just this afternoon.
Holy shit.
Am I being extorted?
Should I call the cops?
I feel weirdly relieved and also a little bit stupid. I’m also furious because the Honda has an ugly rip in it. I let my kid automatically assume she was responsible, but I didn’t even look into it. I think she’s being preyed upon. It’s just all very unsettling.