Hmm, nice chap who wrote my beautiful Pissy off after a year-long return to the roads and just 4 months actually on it. By simply refusing to admit liability cause untld pain and stress to me, and by association my enture family and loved ones, I was a chronic ar5e to all of them, for which I apologise. After ten months of fighting it was either go to court, and if liability came to any less than the full 100% his, (let's say 75/25 to him) then I'd be screwed for years on insurance as a 'risk' and receive only 75% of my final amount. The final amount being...£50, so go to court argue the toss, for possibly 75% of fifty quid. (because the car was valued at £550, and I had a £500 excess.)
a total return of sweet FA. An unstained insurance record. And a car with stoved in wing, door and bent hinge (which though the door has now been changed, still isn't quite right) and, of course, he gets his car repaired for free, with no blemish on his record, either.
I've had to 'be the better person' and 'rise above it' and 'don't let it get to me' but no chuffing idea why
anyone in this life
has to 'rise above it' - that simply should not be. I wish him a painful terminal illness of the genital area.
If he'd pulled over and said ''christ I just didn't clock you in my mirror, look, can I give you what, a hundred quid do?'' Then I'd have been a perfectly happy guy, honest mistake on his part, we've all done it, pulled out without looking properly. I was brought up if you screw up, you put it right, you don't try and worm out of it. Then again, worming out of it worked for him, so what am I saying?
Anyway, on with the comedy. How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb? Two. One to run around waving her hands in the air wondering what to do and the other to screw the electrician.
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