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Or 'Your insurance doesn't cover stupidity.'
I had just got finished inspecting a wrecked vehicle so we could send in an estimate to in insurance company when the owner of the vehicle came in to get some things out of it. I was pointing out the damage to him and telling that the car could be repaired it's just a matter of the insurance company giving the go-ahead, when for some reason he decided to confide in me.
See, he was drunk, 'falling down shit-faced, puke on your crotch and taste it drunk' (colorful!). He decided that given his condition and the fact he was at the bar that he should call someone.
'Smart move,' I thought to myself.
He continued with, "I couldn't find anyone else, so I called my daughter. She's only thirteen, but she's driven me home before. (!!!)"
"Are you telling me your daughter was driving your car when it was wrecked?" I asked, trying my best to keep the shock out of my voice.
"Yeah. She's real mature for her age."
'That sounds a little creepy,' the voices in my head pointed out.
"What did you tell the cops?" I asked.
"We didn't call the cops. I just drove us the rest of the way home. (!!!)"
At this point I decided it would be best if I turned the conversation back to his car. But that left me with the choice of informing the insurance adjuster or not. I decided to tell my boss and let him decide.
The car ended up being hauled off.
I had just got finished inspecting a wrecked vehicle so we could send in an estimate to in insurance company when the owner of the vehicle came in to get some things out of it. I was pointing out the damage to him and telling that the car could be repaired it's just a matter of the insurance company giving the go-ahead, when for some reason he decided to confide in me.
See, he was drunk, 'falling down shit-faced, puke on your crotch and taste it drunk' (colorful!). He decided that given his condition and the fact he was at the bar that he should call someone.
'Smart move,' I thought to myself.
He continued with, "I couldn't find anyone else, so I called my daughter. She's only thirteen, but she's driven me home before. (!!!)"
"Are you telling me your daughter was driving your car when it was wrecked?" I asked, trying my best to keep the shock out of my voice.
"Yeah. She's real mature for her age."
'That sounds a little creepy,' the voices in my head pointed out.
"What did you tell the cops?" I asked.
"We didn't call the cops. I just drove us the rest of the way home. (!!!)"
At this point I decided it would be best if I turned the conversation back to his car. But that left me with the choice of informing the insurance adjuster or not. I decided to tell my boss and let him decide.
The car ended up being hauled off.
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