So a couple months ago a lady came into my store asking if I knew who owned the black Tahoe parked on the street. Of course, it's mine. She went on to say she had hit it and we both went outside for a gander...
I didn't hear a thing.. she could have gone on her merry way.. but she didn't. She sought me out and gave me a copy of her insurance card instead.
When does THAT ever happen?
I did a drive-by at the body shop where ole Black is bunking for a while. She's getting all gussied up... and not on my dime.