Fender Bender

I just got into an accident today here in town. I was pulling into an alleyway behind some businesses to go to the cleaners when this woman backed into my truck. The first business in the strip is a pawn shop owned by this guy named Butch. This woman that backed into me was his girlfriend. He's this old wannabe old-time gangster, with the combover hair, pot-belly, dark hair springing out from his shirt, the gold chains, and the mildly tinted glasses. You know, the kind of guy you expect to say, "Yo, Vinnie!" His girfriend was some Philipino woman who, by the way she dressed, looked like she got picked up by him while she was street walking, and I guess b/c she gives it up to him, he keeps her clothed and fed. Of course I'm being harsh here, but I'm still pissed. I was pretty upset about the whole deal b/c she kept trying to say it was my fault. When she was backing up, I was laying on the horn, I was stopped, and I was trying to throw it into reverse to get away from her but she kept on coming. She comes out of the car saying I was going to fast. Funny thing was, I was completely stopped, and about to try and back up. Butch comes out and starts yelling at her that she should have turned the radio down. After awhile, though, he changed his tune, and by the time the cop got there, he was trying to tell the Sgt. where the accident had occured, and he hadn't even been there when it happened. He came out of the store when he heard her hit my truck. They couldn't get away from the facts of what happened (it was totally obvious that it was her fault), despite what they kept saying. The cops came and we gave them our sides. He had to pull us to opposite sides of the street, b/c she kept smarting off. What a bitch! Anyway, so the Sgt. makes out the report and comes back saying that it was her fault and he was citing her a ticket for improper backing up! haha I felt vindicated b/c she was running around trying to be all ethnic by acting the part of an angry Philipino. So the Sgt. tells me I should go ahead and leave, and as I'm backing out, Butch says, "Don't ever come back here again." Now he really just made himself look more like an ass. Who does he think he is? He owns a pawn shop. I guess he thinks he's a part of the Oak Harbor Mafia. hahaha The Sgt. basically told him to shutup, and that if I wanted to visit any of the shops there, I had every right to come back. So then Butch just starts to argue with the cop. I couldn't believe it. Now, even though it's her fault, it still doesn't bode well for my insurance. What can you do, though. At least I know I wasn't doing anything wrong. And I refrained from blessing her out, even though I seriously wanted to give her a piece of my mind.

Argh!!