Was driving with my dog to go get some late night churro and as I cross a green light, this 60+ year old turns right on red and T Bones me.
The most wild part is he didn’t even hit the break and he had a solid 2 seconds because I swerved 3 lanes to attempt to avoid. Luckily, my dog and I weren’t hurt at all, only damage was my passenger door being dented. His car on the other hand was really bad. For reference, his drivers side door looked worse than mine despite getting hit directly.
Immediately after this happens, I call the police to get this on record for my insurance, and he immediately starts hovering in my space. In the middle of the intersection. Great, not really my cup of tea but can deal. After getting instructed by dispatch to move both the cars and the very kind witness if we can, it took me 3 attempts to tell this man to park across the street. Understandable we’re both shaken after this, but when we finally get to a parking lot across the street he almost slams into me as I’m getting out of my car!! His wife then magically appears first from the passenger door. This my friends, is where things get downright confusing.
She begins to insist that I was at fault because she’s allowed to turn right on red. (Side note, technically this is allowed in Arizona, but only if there’s no other vehicle in the way, for this exact reason) I let her know that I had a green light and green light means go, as if I was explaining colors to a toddler, and she just wasn’t having it so I just removed myself from the situation until the cops got there.
When the cops got there the witness corroborated my story, so they issued him a ticket. Awesome, can just leave and file my claim and call it a day. Except not really because lady boomer decided to argue that I wasn’t there when they turned. Yes, you read that right, she insisted to the cop that they shouldn’t get a ticket because I didn’t exist. I was not there so how could they hit me? At this point, the cop gets very frustrated with them and explains it’s very obvious that I was there because how else would they be going through this accident report. Queue the double speak about how their car is more damaged and how it wasn’t their fault.
At this point the cop is fuming, so I mention how they were almost going to hit me a second time and take off my door and I just wanted this to be a simple thing and to have insurances handle it. The cop then looks at me, tells me I’m good to go (he’d given me insurance paperwork at this point), and as I’m driving off, I see him conducting a sobriety test. Anyways, moral of the story, always get a witness because boomers will always be boomers…