Monday, February 16, 2009

A Cursed Friday the 13th

Where to begin? 2 months ago (December 18th to be exact) I was over at Hillcrest for new employee orientation (I had to go through orientation when I transferred). I was in the parking garage and a saw a car that was trying to turn around so I stopped. The lady was backing up, obviously in a hurry because she didn't see me in my bright yellow Nissan Xterra, so I started honking. It was no use, she backed right into me. I got out of the car and she was in a panic. She asked me if she could just give me her information and go on because she was there to see her mother who had a stroke while they were eating lunch with each other. Being the trusting, naive person that I am, I agreed. To make a long story short, she didn't have a driver's license and she was excluded from their auto insurance because of it. After a long, drawn out process of arguing with their insurance company, they agreed to pay for the damage because they were missing one form to officially exclude her as a driver. Finally! We thought the stress was over.

Fast forward to last Friday, the 13th. I had ordered Drew an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins for Valentine's Day. I went to pick it up after work, and on my way home, I was hit by a young guy pulling out of a QT parking lot. I called 911 immediately where I was transferred to the Tulsa Police Dispatcher. I sat there and let the phone ring for so long, that I hung up and called 911 again. (How sad is that? Thank God I wasn't hurt!) They finally answered and 20 minutes later, the officer arrived. As soon as he walked up, he started yelling at me because we hadn't moved our vehicles. FYI- Oklahoma now has a law that if no one is injured, you are supposed to remove your vehicles from the road. I didn't know this, and I actually thought the exact opposite, that you weren't supposed to move anything until the cops get there. So we move into the QT parking lot and each give our statements. The other guy told the officer that he had insurance, but that he didn't have it with him because he had just renewed his tag. So we both got a ticket (mine for crossing into the yellow triangle thing to get into the turn lane, his for exited the parking lot unsafely) and went on our way. Drew and I tried to call and file a claim with his insurance that evening, and they had no one on file by that name, so they said we had to have his policy number. I called him twice Friday night and twice Saturday before he called me back. When I told him what I needed, he put me on hold for 20 minutes before I finally hung up. He hasn't answered any of my called since then. So Drew and I are afraid he was lying about his insurance, and he doesn't have any. Wonderful. Literally, the day I get a check in the mail for the last wreck, I get into another with a presumably uninsured driver. The difference is, this time almost totalled my car. I'm going to get an estimate on my lunch break, then we'll see what our course of action will be.

Much less drastic, but continuing with the Friday the 13th curse- I was late for work that day because my clock reset itself to eastern pacific time and my dog ripped out his toenail and bled everywhere when I went home for lunch. Seriously, I think I might call in sick and stay in bed all day the next Friday the 13th.