The week before Memorial Day I took a vacation with my parents to Cocoa Beach, FL where we had a wonderful time. The weather was great and the whole trip was very relaxing! That is until I got in the car to head home.
My trip home started Saturday, May 28th as I left the resort that morning and said goodbye to my parents. I headed towards the Turnpike and then finally got on I-75N where I planned to spend most of day.
I hadn’t been on 75 long when I decided I needed a pit stop and I pulled off the exit. At the bottom of the ramp was a red light and so I stopped and was waiting on the light to turn green. While I was sitting there, I was suddenly hit from behind. Ugh!! Just my luck!
I got out of the car to speak to the man that hit me and he immediately began to tell me his sob story! He explained that his anxiety level was through the roof and he was on the way to his father’s funeral. He wanted me to follow him around the corner. So, I got back in my car to pull around the corner and he just keeps going. I followed him through at least one red light and then started motioning for him to pull over by flashing my lights, honking my horn, and waving my arms like the crazy woman I was turning into. By this time I had decided this guy was completely full of crap. He says he’s on the way to a funeral, but seriously he wasn’t dressed to cut tobacco.
Once we are off the road again he starts explaining that he needs me to follow him to this tire place and seems frantic. I tried explaining to this guy nicely that I wasn’t following him anywhere. Mind you, I’m freaking out myself a little and getting very angry. I was expressing my concern that we had left the scene of the accident and he wanted to know what I wanted to do. My plan was to call the cops like normal people do and he started freaking out. He literally told me that “if I was going to call the police he was going to run like hell! “
Seriously???? Does this really happen to people? We were screaming at this point and I pointed out to him that I had his tags now and then he jumped in his car and sped off. So, what does any enraged woman do? I jumped back in my car and started the chase again. While driving I called my dad and he suggested I call 911. That sounded like a good idea. So, I called them and got transferred to the local Ocala, FL PD and ultimately had to pull over and wait on the police. I am now officially the victim of a hit and run!
Once my police report was finished I got back on the road to home and contacted my insurance company to explain what had happened. They assured everything would be taken care of and like a sucker I believed them.
Once home from vacation I finally spoke to State Farm and they informed me they would handle everything as soon as I paid my collision deductible. What??? Did I hear that correctly? My insurance company wants me to pay a deductible when I was sitting still at a red light and hit from behind by a guy that in turn ran like hell???
My trip home started Saturday, May 28th as I left the resort that morning and said goodbye to my parents. I headed towards the Turnpike and then finally got on I-75N where I planned to spend most of day.
I hadn’t been on 75 long when I decided I needed a pit stop and I pulled off the exit. At the bottom of the ramp was a red light and so I stopped and was waiting on the light to turn green. While I was sitting there, I was suddenly hit from behind. Ugh!! Just my luck!
I got out of the car to speak to the man that hit me and he immediately began to tell me his sob story! He explained that his anxiety level was through the roof and he was on the way to his father’s funeral. He wanted me to follow him around the corner. So, I got back in my car to pull around the corner and he just keeps going. I followed him through at least one red light and then started motioning for him to pull over by flashing my lights, honking my horn, and waving my arms like the crazy woman I was turning into. By this time I had decided this guy was completely full of crap. He says he’s on the way to a funeral, but seriously he wasn’t dressed to cut tobacco.
Once we are off the road again he starts explaining that he needs me to follow him to this tire place and seems frantic. I tried explaining to this guy nicely that I wasn’t following him anywhere. Mind you, I’m freaking out myself a little and getting very angry. I was expressing my concern that we had left the scene of the accident and he wanted to know what I wanted to do. My plan was to call the cops like normal people do and he started freaking out. He literally told me that “if I was going to call the police he was going to run like hell! “
Seriously???? Does this really happen to people? We were screaming at this point and I pointed out to him that I had his tags now and then he jumped in his car and sped off. So, what does any enraged woman do? I jumped back in my car and started the chase again. While driving I called my dad and he suggested I call 911. That sounded like a good idea. So, I called them and got transferred to the local Ocala, FL PD and ultimately had to pull over and wait on the police. I am now officially the victim of a hit and run!
Once my police report was finished I got back on the road to home and contacted my insurance company to explain what had happened. They assured everything would be taken care of and like a sucker I believed them.
Once home from vacation I finally spoke to State Farm and they informed me they would handle everything as soon as I paid my collision deductible. What??? Did I hear that correctly? My insurance company wants me to pay a deductible when I was sitting still at a red light and hit from behind by a guy that in turn ran like hell???
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