Woman pays $1,000 to fill up her car
This morning at approximately 9:30 am, an asian woman, (me) in a black Mini Paceman attempted to pull into the Arco gas station on PCH and Prospect when another car (possibly an older black Volvo SUV) side – rear ended her.
I woke up this morning feeling great. I was happy that my jet lag seemed to be passing.
Jake came hopping into my room and we chit chatted for about 20 minutes before we decided to go to the kitchen and make some fruit salad and a kale smoothie for me.
We enjoyed our breakfast together while I deliberated between taking Jake to see Spider Man (which would make Mark envious) or getting acupuncture/herb refill and visiting my mom as she works for our amazing acupuncturist.
I decided I should probably go to the acupuncturist to get my herbs and be back in a jiffy.
Off I went but first I needed a little gas.
There’s an Arco station a minute from my house. As I was approaching the Arco station, I saw a car take the turn before the gas station very quickly and I thought he needs to slow down.
He didn’t though and he slammed into the back of my car.
I got out of the car and so did the man who hit me. I blurted out, “Why the bleep did you hit my car so hard?”
The man was visibly shaken. He apologized profusely and asked if I was ok.
I said yes meaning I’m not bleeding or dying but I was shaking all over. I immediately noticed his left arm – he had a wilted hand of some sort.
He asked that we pull out of the street to exchange information. I immediately had a gut feeling that I should snap a picture of his license plate. But to be honest I felt sorry for the guy and agreed to pull in.
As I parked my car, I saw the man check the front of his car and then run around to the driver side and took off.
A man standing next to me said to me, you know he just took off right? You should go after him and get his plate number.
Again, I did not think this was a good idea but then I also was freaking out that a guy just hit my car and I didn’t have his info.
I only drove for a couple minutes as I could feel my rear tire rubbing and my poor little Mini was making strange sounds. By this time, I had called Mark while in slow pursuit of the black SUV.
Thankfully Mark told me not to worry that everything would be ok and to return to the gas station to make a police report so I did.
I spent the next few hours frazzled – calling the police, calling my insurance company, calling the auto body shop and being totally annoyed with myself. I should have taken a pic. I shouldn’t have pulled in. I shouldn’t have chased him.
My husband reminded me I did the best I could at the time and it’s hard to make these decisions when we get hit by another vehicle and of course hindsight is 20/20.
I took in what Mark said. I was doing the best I could. And then I called my amazing chiropractor who so kindly squeezed me into her schedule for tomorrow allowing my back some time to adjust from the shock. And, my husband came home at noon to prepare lunch and make sure I was ok.
I took some Advil and iced and wished my car good luck as it got towed to the auto body shop.
Tonight, I feel grateful that I’m ok and that I’m loved and cared for even though my visit to the gas station resulted in me having to pay a $1,000 deductible to get my car fixed.