From: diana@wetware.com (CatWoman )
Subject: Re: Halfwits.
Organization: Castle WetWare MouseCatcher
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 14:10:20 GMT

Finally - an opening for my latest peeve:

booter@Autodesk.COM (Elaine Richards) writes:

] russ@bbxrbk (Russ Kepler) writes:
] >smith@ug.cs.dal.ca (Sean Smith) writes:
] >>ataylor@nmsu.edu (Nosy) writes:
] >>>	No, you induce profound boredom.
] >>	I'm being trained to - I'm a law student.
] >Damnit - you let one in and there goes the neighborhood.  Any more of
] >these little protolawyers hanging around?
] 
] Strange as this might seem, Russ, we need him. Its sick. I know. Its true.

This is a multi-layered peeve.  I had told the
people at work last Friday that I intended to 
take Monday (the 16th) off.  My dad died a year
ago on the 16th, and I had intended to join my
mom at his favorite local hiking area as a small
memorial.

All ideas of doing so were shattered Saturday
morning.

Now Saturday didn't start out wonderfully well to
begin with.  I got up fairly late for me - about
6:30 a.m., with intentions of washing dishes and
so on - turned on the water, and nothing.  Just
small burbles.  So I go outside (I live in a mobile
home), and around at the back where the water comes
in I discover that the filter I have on the water
line has cracked.  Some kind person turned OFF the
water - but didn't even leave me so much as a NOTE
that they had done so!  (peeve 1)

So - I dial in to wetware, read mail and news for
a while (!peeve - the net.constipation problem seems
to be getting relief), then go back to join the PYM
in bed.  

We were just thinking about getting up - I'd told
him that I had to go fix the filter - when the door
bell rang.

Outside is a PROCESS SERVER.  Turns out that the
nitwit who was the third car in the accident last
December is SUING myself and the other driver for
$20,000.  Although the wording is in legalese, the
essence of her complaint is:

"There I was, Just a poor, helpless female, driving
along minding my own business, and this nasty, mean
horrible accident came along out of nowhere and HIT
me!"

Now, I'm sure that most of you have had experience
with at least ONE traffic altercation in your life.
My dad was an insurance adjuster - so I've spent my
LIFE around accidents - and ONE thing is VERY clear -
if you're the last person in the accident chain, 
then it was YOUR responsibility to avoid the collision.

There was enough time after initial impact between
myself and the pickup for drieux to say "get down,
wait for it, wait for it" before she hit.  Meaning,
SHE was the one going too fast and who was too close.

I'm still peeved that the police report listed *ME*
as primary cause.  The pickup (in case any of you 
don't remember) was in front of me, lost control, and
spun, so he was facing the wrong way - I lost control
when, after his first fishtailing maneuver to the
left, I attempted to go right to go around him, or
over the embankment - and he over-corrected to his
right and spun - causing a nose-to-nose collision.

The CHP report doesn't list him as at fault AT all.
Long-standing peeve there...

Anyway - instead of joining my mom for an afternoon
of sad, but enjoyable memories, I wound up staying 
home waiting for instructions from an attorney.
ARRRGGHHH!

The instructions were to turn it over to my insurance
company - they'll no doubt laugh hysterically - and
hopefully tell this nitwit and her shyster where to
stuff it - but it is things like this that explain why
our insurance rates are so fucking expensive (peeve).

And if they can't - and I wind up needing to go to
court - you can BET I'm filing a counter-suit - and
there will be a MAJOR clause for emotional stress due
to not being able to join my mom...

Bah.

Diana