Mi vida

So much for the curse of the cavy

So the cavy is gone but the curse still lives on. I really don't know how much more car drama I can handle. The dust hasn't even settled from my hit and run, and now I am having a new sort of crazy issue. On Monday night (on the way to prayer), I was backing up in our apartment complex and tapped the car behind me...I barely touched it....It was kind of like Spain when they touch each other's bumpers to back into a parking space. Lynette looked to make sure nothing was wrong with the car and we drove off. I honestly forgot about it until I was confronted by a guy in my apartment complex Tuesday evening after work. He said I hit his car and his sister had seen the whole thing (He made it clear that he had a witness). I stared at him blankly because I had no idea what he was talking about. I was really tired and out of it by this point. He took me to his car and showed me the horrific mark I had caused. It was a black scuff mark that was so tiny that it looked like it had been caused by a shoe. He made a point of showing me it wasn't dirt. He acted like a big bully and made me feel bad about it. If I had caused that offensive two inch mark I would definitely pay for it. I told him I would go get my checkbook and write him a check for it. He said it only needed to be buffed off so $50 should cover it. He also told me that he would not accept a check and he would ONLY accept cash. I never have that much cash on me so I said he would have to wait until I got a chance to go to the bank. I preceeded to tell him my name and where I live. He asked me when I got home from work and said he would wait for me so I could give him cash. I asked him where he lived and said I would drop off money in his box. I went inside, feeling very uncomfortable. He seemed like a creepy, sketchy guy who was trying to threaten and intimidate me. After I came to my senses, I realized how stupid I had been. I should never have agreed to pay for it or told him what apartment I live in. The fact that he would only accept cash is really sketchy. Lynette also said that I hit the back bumper and not the front passenger door. I was also reminded that it is impossible for a WHITE car to cause a BLACK mark. So this creepy, sketchy guy was trying to extort money from me to pay for a scuff mark that was probably caused by a shoe. I was really upset about it and stressed out about work and continuous issues with the Cavalier. I came home and had a good cry. Lynette and my dad convinced me that I should talk to someone to protect myself. Lynette and I went to our apartment complex's business office to talk to our leasing agent. She told us that he isn't even on the lease but his sister is. He has no legal right to be staying in that apartment. Lynette and I also know that they are constantly on the balcony smoking, drinking, and having parties (and who knows what else). We were advised to go to the police just to be safe so we did. Lynette found the police station (if you know Lynette that is impressive :)). The police officer said it wasn't a police issue but a civil service issue. If he wants me to pay for it he will have to file a claim with a small claims court. I can just see us on Judge Judy over a little black scuff mark that an evil white car caused. So now I am just worried about the creepy, sketchy guy approaching me and demanding his money. I hope he doesn't go as far as vandalizing my car or our apartment. The police officer said if he tries anything to call them. So here is my little mini-drama that can't even be blamed on the cavy. One thing that has crossed my mind is this: My car gets totaled in a hit and run and the guy goes free......I tap a car while backing up and I am tracked down by a psycho. I guess it just shows that life isn't fair :).

posted by Ninita @ 11:15 PM