||[Nov. 4th, 2004|12:30 pm]
My friend S totalled her van last week. The hit and run driver actually stopped to check the damage to his truck, then sped off. The good news is that he gave time for two witnesses to jot down his license plate number. Pretty much everything else was bad news. A tow truck appeared and offered to help. They told S she should tell the police that she had called the tow truck. Whatever, she thought. The cops came, took all the info, and the tow truck hauled the van away to place that specializes in collisions. Hmm. They declared the van totalled, and helped arrange for a salvage yard to buy the van for $100. M and I drove S and her partner T down to the collision place a couple days later, so S could transfer the title to the salvage place. When we got there, the collision place told S she had to pay them storage fees before the salvage place could take the van. A huge fight ensued between S and the collision place -- had she known she was going to be charged, she would have called AAA and had the van towed to her house to give her time to figure out what the best course of action was. While the collision guy had gone inside, the salvage guy was surprisingly frank with S about this premeditated scam the collision place had going, whereby they show up at accidents and offer to help, ending up charging what sometimes amounted to thousands of dollars in storage fees. |
While S was fighting with the guy outside, we watched an old man from the salvage place who was in the passenger seat of the tow truck. He was odd somehow, and M was suspicious of him. Eventually he got back in the truck, at which point he dumped his fast-food wrappers out the window into the street. M just couldn't stand it. She hates litterbugs. "I dare you," I challenged. She went for it. Got out of the car, walked over to the tow truck, picked up the garbage and handed it to the man, saying "I think you dropped something." He was red-faced and apologetic. She came back to the car and howling laughter ensued. Meanwhile, S continued fighting with the other guys, wondering what in the hell we were doing.
S would not be had, and she was eventually able to leave there without paying. S is in her 40's, and a very recent immigrant. After she got back in the car she declared her victory: "These people think they know how to be corrupt. I'm from the third world! They can't rip ME off! I know their games better than they do!" Later, she started lamenting having sold the car for $100, wondering if in fact it was actually beyond repair. Ugh.
In an attempt to get her mind off the car, we took a little detour in search of interesting graffiti. S had never seen anything like it. Apparently she always takes the freeway. So we were able to have a little adventure, despite the sad loss of her van.
Here are some pics of the graffiti we found on Slauson Ave. ( Read more...Collapse )