Background: few weeks ago, I got into a fender bender as I was leaving work. I was in my bank's parking lot. No one was hurt, but the shell of my fender had two gashes in it, a dent in the trunk lid, and massive paint transfer. The guy's steel fender was bent in one corner, but that was it. After I get home, I start to file a claim with the guy's insurance company, but after talking to him on the phone, we decided we wouldn't deal with them, so that way our rates wouldn't go up. I call my grandmother in law and ask for her help in finding a bumper to replace this guy's bumper. She finds one and she brought it up last weekend.
It wasn't the right kind though, and after everyone in my fiance's family sees the other dudes bumper, they tell me straight out that I should file a claim with his company because there's no way my entirely plastic car could bend his steel bumper. On Monday, I file a claim and make an appointment to have someone from the other guy's insurance look at the damage to my car and give me an estimate.
Come Wednesday, I'm at work, and I see the guy come in looking pissed off. He didn't come up to me though, he just wanted to talk to my manager, who was out on lunch at the time. He gets her card and leaves. Since it was almost the end of my shift, my fiance had driven up to pick me up since we had some errands to run and we had a couple things to do at the bank. He was sitting in the lobby, and as they were leaving, the guy's son said "There's the little bastard right there" and waited outside for him for a moment before leaving.
I come in today, and my manager said she wanted to talk to me. She sits me down in her office and explains that the guy was angry, he'd been in there, and he was wanting to know if the bank had filed a report. She tried to explain that Chase doesn't file reports about accidents in it's parking lots, because it's a parking lot, unless someone was hurt. She then explained that she didn't want him harassing me, and that if he looked like he was going to, that I was to get her or my assistant manager, because she didn't want me getting harassed and then having my blood pressure go up (it's already up high enough from pregnancy).
Later today I had a meeting with the claims person for the damage to my car, and they estimated that to repair my bumper, which would mean replacing and painting the shell and repairing and painting the trunk lid would cost about $834. Fucking lovely end to a Friday afternoon.
Not only that, but a friend of mine from work mentioned that they would probably lay the blame at my feet, since I was backing out of a parking space.
Edit: Pics or it didn't happen
And to make my day worse, for some strange reason it smells like rotting pussy right outside the front door.
It wasn't the right kind though, and after everyone in my fiance's family sees the other dudes bumper, they tell me straight out that I should file a claim with his company because there's no way my entirely plastic car could bend his steel bumper. On Monday, I file a claim and make an appointment to have someone from the other guy's insurance look at the damage to my car and give me an estimate.
Come Wednesday, I'm at work, and I see the guy come in looking pissed off. He didn't come up to me though, he just wanted to talk to my manager, who was out on lunch at the time. He gets her card and leaves. Since it was almost the end of my shift, my fiance had driven up to pick me up since we had some errands to run and we had a couple things to do at the bank. He was sitting in the lobby, and as they were leaving, the guy's son said "There's the little bastard right there" and waited outside for him for a moment before leaving.
I come in today, and my manager said she wanted to talk to me. She sits me down in her office and explains that the guy was angry, he'd been in there, and he was wanting to know if the bank had filed a report. She tried to explain that Chase doesn't file reports about accidents in it's parking lots, because it's a parking lot, unless someone was hurt. She then explained that she didn't want him harassing me, and that if he looked like he was going to, that I was to get her or my assistant manager, because she didn't want me getting harassed and then having my blood pressure go up (it's already up high enough from pregnancy).
Later today I had a meeting with the claims person for the damage to my car, and they estimated that to repair my bumper, which would mean replacing and painting the shell and repairing and painting the trunk lid would cost about $834. Fucking lovely end to a Friday afternoon.
Not only that, but a friend of mine from work mentioned that they would probably lay the blame at my feet, since I was backing out of a parking space.
Edit: Pics or it didn't happen
And to make my day worse, for some strange reason it smells like rotting pussy right outside the front door.
