Honey Bear
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Morning Girls and Boys.
Yesterday I was scratched by an uninsured driver. It was on the A3 while making my way towards Wandsworth. At the end of the dual carriageway (where three lanes merge into one).
At first I thought it was just a little knock and that there wouldn't be an serious damage. So I poked my head out an hey presto it was touching. I quickly snapped a picture before anyone moved, before the other driver had a chance to react. It was a van driver. Not that its a just excuse for what had happened. So immediately after I snapped the picture everyone that was in the van got out and started shouting. Being offensive calling me names, like school children, ect. I did notice how the passengers moved from behind my car to behind me. Before they actually grouped round me I went and removed my car keys from the ignition. At this point I thought something was fishy.
So while the others spouted abuse at me, and said things about my mother that I normally would have devoured them for; I continued to deal with the driver. I know that all you lawfully need to exchange at a traffic incident are the drivers names and addresses. But, I asked for a little more detail. Phone numbers, post codes, ect. I thought that post codes would normally be part of the address, but surprise surprise the driver didn't know his. We moved on to insurance. He didn't know that either, apparently his wife sorts it out for him. After the thing with the post codes and the passengers circling me, this came to be strike three, I said I was uncomfortable and that I would call the police. Again, more abuse. "Oh you PU$$!3$ always need help. Can't do anything yourselves"
So I locked myself in my car and continued to do that. After all us puss!es need the assistance. Before there was a change for someone at the local station to pick up there was a dog unit behind us. He clarified that we should speed things up by exchanging addresses and leave. He made the mistake of calling me an ar$eh0le and I snapped and asked to officer to stay as the other driver was being too "loquaciously obscene". Had it not been for this we would have carried on. So the police officer instructed us to move over for traffic.
I felt really bad for the officer. He had a dog barking like mad, was being messed about with by the other driver, and had one hell of a time with "Norwich Union" according to the driver. So the police officer rang though to Aviva, and found out the insurance was non existent. To ad insult to injury, the police officer used the drivers phone. I personally thought that was a mistake as the name of the insurance provider was in his phone book, it could have easily gone to some twerp pretending to be the insurance company.
My details were cleared first, almost immediately. I had my licence ready, was able to tell them everything they needed. I found it almost pleasing to see the van driver held up. Maybe trying to bully his way past me, only to get ahead by one car length in rush hour, didn't seem like such a good idea. Either that or he wasn't really in a rush, as he seemed to be making the police officers life difficult.
Since this police officer was a specialist dog unit, another officer had to be called to deal with the situation accordingly. I was asked to leave as they were done with me and they game me his details. The young officer who dealt with the situation was already well worn to this, she took my details, took his, and exchanged everything.
Before I was asked to leave he called me an ar$eh0le one last time. I blew my top. I replied saying "YE! AR$EH0LES HAVE INSURANCE! SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU?" I was going to carry on and say "C**t?" but I stopped myself. I then left. The damage isn't greater than about £50 or so. But for me it was the audacity of the driver. "The arrogance" (something that he said I was and, I replied with "Oh, I didn't know I was French!").
I spoke to my mother about this once I got in. She said she would have just carried on. because she would have been too intimidated. Three huge thugs in a van against a little Latin lady shouting her mouth off wouldn't have gone down well.
As far as I know, this guy sounds like he is going to lose his licence. He already had nine points, and the police officer (who tended to the scene after to dog unit) stated that she would be issuing 6 points a a £200 fine.
But now, I feel terrible. The guy was a contractor, looks like he owned his own business, and he was just about to lose the ability work. A total of 15 points surely means there will be a ban correct?
Actually on second thought. I don't feel bad at all. I'm glad he is being penalised for his actions. I'm young and not earning very much. I have my own flat to maintain along with bills. Just like any normal human in society and I manage to keep on top of everything. Maybe he should use this as an opportunity to become a responsible.
Yesterday I was scratched by an uninsured driver. It was on the A3 while making my way towards Wandsworth. At the end of the dual carriageway (where three lanes merge into one).
At first I thought it was just a little knock and that there wouldn't be an serious damage. So I poked my head out an hey presto it was touching. I quickly snapped a picture before anyone moved, before the other driver had a chance to react. It was a van driver. Not that its a just excuse for what had happened. So immediately after I snapped the picture everyone that was in the van got out and started shouting. Being offensive calling me names, like school children, ect. I did notice how the passengers moved from behind my car to behind me. Before they actually grouped round me I went and removed my car keys from the ignition. At this point I thought something was fishy.
So while the others spouted abuse at me, and said things about my mother that I normally would have devoured them for; I continued to deal with the driver. I know that all you lawfully need to exchange at a traffic incident are the drivers names and addresses. But, I asked for a little more detail. Phone numbers, post codes, ect. I thought that post codes would normally be part of the address, but surprise surprise the driver didn't know his. We moved on to insurance. He didn't know that either, apparently his wife sorts it out for him. After the thing with the post codes and the passengers circling me, this came to be strike three, I said I was uncomfortable and that I would call the police. Again, more abuse. "Oh you PU$$!3$ always need help. Can't do anything yourselves"
So I locked myself in my car and continued to do that. After all us puss!es need the assistance. Before there was a change for someone at the local station to pick up there was a dog unit behind us. He clarified that we should speed things up by exchanging addresses and leave. He made the mistake of calling me an ar$eh0le and I snapped and asked to officer to stay as the other driver was being too "loquaciously obscene". Had it not been for this we would have carried on. So the police officer instructed us to move over for traffic.
I felt really bad for the officer. He had a dog barking like mad, was being messed about with by the other driver, and had one hell of a time with "Norwich Union" according to the driver. So the police officer rang though to Aviva, and found out the insurance was non existent. To ad insult to injury, the police officer used the drivers phone. I personally thought that was a mistake as the name of the insurance provider was in his phone book, it could have easily gone to some twerp pretending to be the insurance company.
My details were cleared first, almost immediately. I had my licence ready, was able to tell them everything they needed. I found it almost pleasing to see the van driver held up. Maybe trying to bully his way past me, only to get ahead by one car length in rush hour, didn't seem like such a good idea. Either that or he wasn't really in a rush, as he seemed to be making the police officers life difficult.
Since this police officer was a specialist dog unit, another officer had to be called to deal with the situation accordingly. I was asked to leave as they were done with me and they game me his details. The young officer who dealt with the situation was already well worn to this, she took my details, took his, and exchanged everything.
Before I was asked to leave he called me an ar$eh0le one last time. I blew my top. I replied saying "YE! AR$EH0LES HAVE INSURANCE! SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU?" I was going to carry on and say "C**t?" but I stopped myself. I then left. The damage isn't greater than about £50 or so. But for me it was the audacity of the driver. "The arrogance" (something that he said I was and, I replied with "Oh, I didn't know I was French!").
I spoke to my mother about this once I got in. She said she would have just carried on. because she would have been too intimidated. Three huge thugs in a van against a little Latin lady shouting her mouth off wouldn't have gone down well.
As far as I know, this guy sounds like he is going to lose his licence. He already had nine points, and the police officer (who tended to the scene after to dog unit) stated that she would be issuing 6 points a a £200 fine.
But now, I feel terrible. The guy was a contractor, looks like he owned his own business, and he was just about to lose the ability work. A total of 15 points surely means there will be a ban correct?
Actually on second thought. I don't feel bad at all. I'm glad he is being penalised for his actions. I'm young and not earning very much. I have my own flat to maintain along with bills. Just like any normal human in society and I manage to keep on top of everything. Maybe he should use this as an opportunity to become a responsible.
. He clearly doesn't belong on the road and thanks to you, he isn't.
