The gloves have come off already. Our neighbor that P hit this last weekend has effectively forced us to burn any good will between our two houses. Why? Because she expected us to jump right on getting her car repaired. And six days is just far too long. And she doesn't have the time to run all over town getting estimates for the damage and the first one she gave us is where she has all her work done. And blah, blah, blah.
Basically, she talks to us like we're ten years old and just got caught smoking cigarettes behind the barn. Which, as anyone who knows me, is a really, really bad tactic to take with me. Talk down to me then you had better damn well better be ready to reap what you sow. I can't stand anyone who is condescending, either to me or to others. The people that assume a position of superiority for some unknown reason. I'm not a child, I'm an adult with a full time job, my wife is an adult with a full time job and an ever growing baby in her belly.
Getting her car fixed was pretty damned low on the priority list. Especially since we told her that we are going to need more than just the one estimate. And she didn't appreciate the fact that she was having to follow up with us rather than us chasing her down to give her $800. Um yeah, I always look forward to kicking down decently large sums of cash for bullshit.
She's let us know more than once that she can't be seen driving around in a car looking like hers does now. Notwithstanding the simple fact that its all but unnoticable and the car's almost ten years old anyway. And she also just got it back from being repaired after she rear ended someone (which I wished I'd reminded her about when she was bitching about not having the time to run around getting estimates, neither did the person she collided with but they did it anyway because they had to).
I did take the time to let her know that she needed to assume some of the responsibility since her vehicle was parked in my driveway when it got hit. It was parked in such a way that P couldn't see it at all. Not in her mirrors or over her shoulder when she began to back up. She couldn't even see it when she'd hit the damned car.
So, as of this morning, after I told her the car was parked in our driveway and shouldn't have been, she got all pissy and said we'd just let the insurance companies deal with it. Which is what should have happened in the first place. My insurance company, USAA, has already dealt with it and continues to prove that they are a superior company. Their customer service is second to none and their prices undercut any other insurance company by at least half. No deductible because it counts as property damage and not an collision because the other car was stationary.
The skinny is that she was a bitch throughout this mini-ordeal and we, P and I, no longer have any interest in maintaining any sort of relations with them in any way shape or form. They can fuck off for all we care. And I will continue to count down the months, weeks and days until we can take our equity and move back to Santa Cruz.
[Update: Oh yeah, its now officially official. They hate us now, oh boy! Whatever, they can go fuck themselves for all I care. Keep your shit off my property, don't park your cars in my driveway, whatever. Fuck off and be tiny minded dickheads. Now I need to wonder if I'm compelled to inform them before setting fire to the dryer fire? Probably but its awfully tempting not to. I think I will attempt to take the high road and act as if nothing's wrong and let them be the petulant little bitches.]
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