Earlier this evening, Anthony and I made a quick trip to North East Mall. He's got a big project due for school on Monday and they have to dress nice for the presentations. He wanted to get a new tie, so we decided to try Sears. We ended up getting a nice one on sale (with no tax!) at Macy's, but that's beside the point.
We were walking out to our car and we watched this red suburban start to pull out of its parking spot. In a loud voice, Anthony said something like..."watch it, you're gonna hit that car". Well, sure enough the suburban hit the Acura SUV that was parked in a handicap spot. We both watched as the Acura moved forward and then back into place as the red culprit changed gears and moved forward itself. We were both thinking that it was going to hit the car that was once beside but was now in front, also. It didn't. The suburban started to pull away and Anthony and I both started yelling for it to stop and that he/she had rear ended the Acura. Finally they stopped and a Hispanic lady opens the driver side door. I told her that she had hit that car and of course she said "no, no". Anthony and I proceeded to tell her that we watched her hit it. She kept saying over and over again "it's okay, it's no problem". She says this as we're all looking at the dent in the Acura's rear bumper. Idiot. She asks us more than once if it's our car and of course we tell her no, but what difference did that make? She still hit it. So, as Anthony is arguing with her, I pull out a pen from my purse and find the back of a receipt to start writing on. I take down her plate number, and the company information that is so conveniently printed on one of those magnets which is displayed on the front doors. Got the company name, two phone numbers and an e-mail address. Thank you very much! After the lady drove off...because "it's no problem"... we had to laugh at a few things. 1) The driver was a lady 2) She was Hispanic 3) The suburban was loaded with kids 4) The company listed on the side of the door was for a lawn care service. Am I stereotyping? Yes. So deal with it! :)
Well, we went back inside Sears and asked the people at the checkout by the doors, in clear sight of where the action took place, if they could page the owners of the Acura with the plate number blah blah blah. They happily did and even gave me a new piece of paper so I could re-write the information I had scribbled down. While doing so, we saw the suburban drive by again! I guess they had to check things out one more time. A few minutes later we left the information on the windshield of the dented SUV with our phone numbers in case they had questions. As we drove off, we found a mall security guy, honked him down and told him what happened. I gave him all the information we had left on the windshield and that was that!
Yay for us doing a good deed! Just call us, Team Cisneros, the New Rescue Rangers!! :)
We were walking out to our car and we watched this red suburban start to pull out of its parking spot. In a loud voice, Anthony said something like..."watch it, you're gonna hit that car". Well, sure enough the suburban hit the Acura SUV that was parked in a handicap spot. We both watched as the Acura moved forward and then back into place as the red culprit changed gears and moved forward itself. We were both thinking that it was going to hit the car that was once beside but was now in front, also. It didn't. The suburban started to pull away and Anthony and I both started yelling for it to stop and that he/she had rear ended the Acura. Finally they stopped and a Hispanic lady opens the driver side door. I told her that she had hit that car and of course she said "no, no". Anthony and I proceeded to tell her that we watched her hit it. She kept saying over and over again "it's okay, it's no problem". She says this as we're all looking at the dent in the Acura's rear bumper. Idiot. She asks us more than once if it's our car and of course we tell her no, but what difference did that make? She still hit it. So, as Anthony is arguing with her, I pull out a pen from my purse and find the back of a receipt to start writing on. I take down her plate number, and the company information that is so conveniently printed on one of those magnets which is displayed on the front doors. Got the company name, two phone numbers and an e-mail address. Thank you very much! After the lady drove off...because "it's no problem"... we had to laugh at a few things. 1) The driver was a lady 2) She was Hispanic 3) The suburban was loaded with kids 4) The company listed on the side of the door was for a lawn care service. Am I stereotyping? Yes. So deal with it! :)
Well, we went back inside Sears and asked the people at the checkout by the doors, in clear sight of where the action took place, if they could page the owners of the Acura with the plate number blah blah blah. They happily did and even gave me a new piece of paper so I could re-write the information I had scribbled down. While doing so, we saw the suburban drive by again! I guess they had to check things out one more time. A few minutes later we left the information on the windshield of the dented SUV with our phone numbers in case they had questions. As we drove off, we found a mall security guy, honked him down and told him what happened. I gave him all the information we had left on the windshield and that was that!
Yay for us doing a good deed! Just call us, Team Cisneros, the New Rescue Rangers!! :)
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