People in cars are scum.
May. 13th, 2005 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenbearsI came out of the butchers (after a non-win in the pizzle buying stakes, but with bonus rant from butcher) to be greeted at my bike by the cheerful man from the tobacconists.
It seems some scumbag has backed over my tattered but much loved motorcycle. Not to worry, the nice chappie from the smoke shop has the details. They heard it happen and came out to take down the rego. Then the lady responsible went into the shop and gave them her name and phone number. All good so far.
Back in the street, the lady from the homewares shop called out to say she saw it happen and took down the rego. We compared notes. She gave me an entirely different registration number and vehicle description. I'm guessing she heard rather than saw the racket and raced out to see someone driving off without leaving details. I thanked her for her time.
At home, I rang a spare parts place and got prices. I rang the phone number I had been given to let them know what they were up for and make arrangements.
Oh looky looky. In her distress little Miss I'm-So-Sorry-I've-Got-A-Child-In-The-Car-Woe-Is-Me has accidentally left the wrong phone number. A disconnected number, in fact.
At the police station the nice constable checked both sets of rego on the computer. Both match their respective descriptions. Like me, Constable Fairly Cute feels the one who gave "her name and number" is most likely responsible. That vehicle is not registered in the name that was left with the phone number. Not in itself a crime, it might very well be someone else's car. The police have filled in a report and have already called me back with a question, so they are clearly onto the case. The driver had better hope she didn't accidentally leave the wrong name as well.
I was going to buy parts the needed parts and fix the thing myself, when I thought she had done the right thing. Now I'm beginning to think it might be better to get a formal written quote that includes labor costs as well.
Needless to say it was one of those dinky little sports-suburban four wheel drives.
It seems some scumbag has backed over my tattered but much loved motorcycle. Not to worry, the nice chappie from the smoke shop has the details. They heard it happen and came out to take down the rego. Then the lady responsible went into the shop and gave them her name and phone number. All good so far.
Back in the street, the lady from the homewares shop called out to say she saw it happen and took down the rego. We compared notes. She gave me an entirely different registration number and vehicle description. I'm guessing she heard rather than saw the racket and raced out to see someone driving off without leaving details. I thanked her for her time.
At home, I rang a spare parts place and got prices. I rang the phone number I had been given to let them know what they were up for and make arrangements.
Oh looky looky. In her distress little Miss I'm-So-Sorry-I've-Got-A-Child-In-The-Car-Woe-Is-Me has accidentally left the wrong phone number. A disconnected number, in fact.
At the police station the nice constable checked both sets of rego on the computer. Both match their respective descriptions. Like me, Constable Fairly Cute feels the one who gave "her name and number" is most likely responsible. That vehicle is not registered in the name that was left with the phone number. Not in itself a crime, it might very well be someone else's car. The police have filled in a report and have already called me back with a question, so they are clearly onto the case. The driver had better hope she didn't accidentally leave the wrong name as well.
I was going to buy parts the needed parts and fix the thing myself, when I thought she had done the right thing. Now I'm beginning to think it might be better to get a formal written quote that includes labor costs as well.
Needless to say it was one of those dinky little sports-suburban four wheel drives.
