Ryan’s Place

I was driving back home from downtown yesterday and was at the corner of Bedford and West Washington. Just as I was about to complete the right turn I feel a nudge from behind. No, it wasn’t someone in the back seat, it was a car.

I turn around and see two heads in the car behind me. I signalled to pull over into the parking lot next door and they did. After getting out and inspecting the damage, I wander over to the offender’s car to get some info. Inside that car were two dingbat sorority-type girls. The driver seemed to be a sophomore or junior at UW, I couldn’t really even see the passenger.

I asked to get her info and she asked for a pen/paper. When I got back with those they had already found a pen and paper of their own. As she wrote name/address/phone number down I asked to see her insurance card as well. “Um, I don’t have that with me. I think it’s at home.” Not good. I told her that you’re pretty much required to have that on you when you drive. She looked confused. I then asked if she at least knew the name of the insurance company. “Actually, no, my parents pay that for me.” Big surprise. Then I asked if she at least had her ID to match with the name she was giving me. Nope, that was at home too as she was going to the store just a block away. “Sir, I’m not a scuzzball, I do have all that stuff, just not with me,” she said.

There really wasn’t any damage to the back of my car. Maybe a tiny scratch where paint rubbed off. I told her it didn’t look bad but I’d call her if I needed anything. She said OK and halfheartedly apologized and sped off.

How irresponsible could one be? She didn’t have an insurance card, know the insurer’s name nor have her ID. I feel like I should take my car in for repairs just so she does have something to pay for. Maybe then she’d learn to have that stuff with her.

I just Facebook’d the driver and found out she goes to MATC Madison. I should have known.