I thought I blogged this before, but I suppose not. A week or so ago I found out that my dad and I are getting sued (again) for that fender bender I got in nearly two years ago.
Today I found out how much we are getting sued for – $1,000,000 (one million US dollars). We are insured for nowhere near that amount. I also found out the injuries we’re getting sued for – (1) a sprained shoulder, (2) a sprained knee, (3) some shoulder joint thing which I can’t recall the name of.
My dad’s theory is that this woman thinks that he (H. Solow) is actually Herbert F. Solow, who was the executive producer for the original Star Trek series, and also most likely a millionaire. My dad believes this because shortly before the summons arrived he was recieving a few calls a day looking for ‘Herbert F. Solow’, and only after my dad insisted that nobody by that name lived there did the summons arrive. To the best of my knowledge, there is actually no relation between he and us.
Also, the woman is insisting on trial by jury, and my dad believes that this will end up like the $2.7 million dollar hot coffee fiasco.
My dad isn’t going to move up to Ithaca now until all of this has blown over, for fear of building his dream house only to have it taken away after a few months. He said that the worst that will probably happen to me is that my salary will be on lien for the rest of my life.
Shit. Kinda makes life a lot less appealing if it’s all written out for me until I die a bitter, destitute old woman, ne?
I think I’m never going to drive again. You get in a simple accident, the kind that happens every hour or so to someone, somewhere, and you end up screwed forever (you probably won’t, actually, but I might). Or at least having to put up with a lot of crap. The risk just isn’t worth it (besides it also being expensive and bad for the environment). Crap.
I think I’m gonna go drown my sorrows in my own (well, a lot of people’s, actually) fantasy realm.