Last Tuesday we had an event at work, an open house. I decided to make one of my calls to her as I drove home that night. When I called, she had a story to tell. And with her, all stories must be told in the most climatic, drama filled manner possible.
I will spare you the 1/2 hour build up. She hit a deer in what passes for town in her area. She was enroute to the mall area, and a deer came out of a housing development, went over the hood of the car, shattered her windshield, and went on its way. Luckily she was unhurt, just riled up and angry. Other drivers stopped, so she had lots of 'Wonderful Strangers' and narcissistic supply.
She apparently did not know what happened, just that her windshield exploded in on her. She said she saw a 'flash of orange'. She also had on her glasses, so thankfully none of that glass came back and hit her eyes. She was on her way to have a medical test on the swelling on her feet and legs. She went into where she was going, and the glass exploding inward, her stopping, the conversations with the folks who stopped, the cop's attitude that responded... before she finally told me it was a deer. Yeesh. The salient points (I am being facetious) of this conversation were:
- That 'someone' was watching out for her... She could have been killed!!!! (True, and thankfully she was not, but that was allegedly said to her 14 times- I exaggerate only slightly).
- That a DEER was out during the DAY! She doesn't drive at night! What was it doing out during the DAY? They don't move around during the DAY! (Says who? Maybe the deer heard about the sale at Walmart...)
- She was furious that someone had asked for an EMT when the collision occurred.
- She was furious at the police officer, he had the nerve to ask her if she was wearing a seatbelt! (I explained this was a common procedure question, not an assumption). Her response set the tone for the rest of the interaction, which she did not share, however she did say at one point he said to her, "Look lady, all I want to do is get this scene cleaned up and cleared..." before retreating to the sanctity of his cruiser. (Another person I should send flowers to...) She kept demanding to drive the car and he told her no, she would be ticketed.
- The tow truck driver brought a flatbed (yay... as he should have) and recommended a collision center, ironically, one that used to be owned by my dad's friend years ago. (Add these folks to the flower list too.)
- He took her home, but had to help her in and out of the truck, and all the people were commenting on her feet and shocked she was driving herself and no one was with her. (Direct guilt poke at her partially estranged, neglectful daughter).
- She called the insurance company, and was insulted that they asked her if she was wearing her seatbelt, and if she was ticketed (again, SOP for those calls) and they initially approved a rental for 5 days, she has a max coverage of 30 days/$400. She did not call to get a car.
- She called the bank, who told her the car is worth $5,200. I called 'bullshit'. I estimated it is a $1,600 car. It is a 20 year old Honda Accord LX wagon. It is NOT a classic as she insists, and she also crowed that they said she could get $8400 for it if she sold it privately. My advice was if anyone was going to pay $5200 or $8400... Take it and RUN. I just checked Kelley Blue Book, for its actual condition in her area, it is worth an average trade in of $1,720. Um. Yeah.
- She was already obsessing about them totaling the car, she wanted it back, and the craziness has already begun. She also demanded to know if they would take her dash apart to replace the windshield (what??? really?) and asserted SHE DID NOT WANT THAT because NO ONE puts it back right. <<<deep sigh>>>
- She could call her neighbor. She immediately started yelling that 'she does not have time with work and with all the things she does with that GUY'. She further stated that another neighbor has as a hubby with dementia and she cannot and she is not asking!
- I continued without reacting to her interjection that she could call a cab (she again began screaming that would be at least $20-$30! She was not paying it!)
- And my final suggestion was that she would just have to wait until Tuesday since she allowed this situation to evolve to what it is with her choices. She icily asked how she could have got a car when she was told to wait. I civilly called BS on that, and advised her she could have called Wednesday when she was first approved, and could have secured the car with her card.
Unfortunate, but not the end of the world. I may check in on Tuesday... Maybe. Maybe I will not. I am sure I am the most awful daughter ever since I did not fix this, or rush to her assistance. Um... I had friends coming in from out of town, and lack of planning on her part does not constitute an emergency on mine.