Dear Mean Lady Who Was Speeding Through the Parking Lot and Because I Was Backing Out of My Space (Even Thought I Was Going Very Slowly and You Were Speeding) Our Insurance Companies are Putting All of the Liability on Me:
Did you get some email from the Universe that told you my family is on a budget and driving two 10-year-old cars that are barely worth fixing anyway? So it was your day to drive without caution and smack your fancy SUV into my little old plastic car?
You charged out of your car, all accusatory and angry, without a thought to my personal safety. When someone plows into a vehicle, a good person’s response is “OMG are you okay?” But with me, you were just angry that this happened, and told me it was my fault, when it was clear to both of us that it was yours.
And now here I am, a mother on a budget, who was working a freelance job to make a little extra to help us get by, and my insurance is going to a) not cover the damages to my car and b) most likely increase. And you, a fancy woman with a luxury SUV and very expensive looking plastic surgery, get to have it all taken care of because of your lie. I hope there is a charitable side to you that inspires you to take the money you would be spending on the insurance increase that in a just world would be YOURS, and donate it to a shelter or better yet a diaper donation drive.