This is also from the summer of 2015:
I believe about a week ago I posted here in Cyrsti’s Condo about a fender bender wreck I had at a gas station. As I suspected immediately, he did not have car insurance as about a third of the people around there don’t have.
At any rate Liz’s 17 yr old son and I deducted my “Rolls Royce” wasn’t heavily damaged and I was prepared to let scratched fenders be scratched fenders and move on- after I took pictures of his drivers license, car tags etc. During that time he was busily calling me “mam” and we exchanged phone numbers.
|Old picture from 2015…|
A couple days ago I sent him the bill from my mechanic’s fully expecting not to hear back-but I was wrong. He called today. The problem is/was I have a terrible voice presentation on the phone and I was expecting a call from my insurance company. So I was doomed to be Cyrsti’s brother (which I hate) on the phone before I even got started. Later on though, we found the car was slightly damaged and suffered a broken strut.
After I answered, he said, he hit a female last week and wanted to meet up with her so he can pay the bill. I said I would have Cyrsti call him and set up a place. Then I had to beg Liz to call for me. Of course she will go with me for safety to get paid, but I get to collect.
What a tangled gender world we weave!