Here's the story. I'll condense it and put in sentence fragments and whatnot:
Roommate came back from China, had to pick her up at airport. I didn't quite know the way back so I had to look at a map, and I learned that you shouldn't drive and try to navigate at the same time. There was a red light that I didn't see (but I slowed down a bit to read the map), and I didn't brake fast enough, so I ended up rear-ending the guy.
Roommate said it was just our luck to rear-end an East Indian driver. We stepped out of our vehicles to check the damage. Someone upstairs loves me a lot and made it so my car had no damage at all.
The man wasn't too lucky, but he only got a little paint damage around the license plate. It was a rented car, too. Roommate thought I was surprisingly civil and calm throughout the whole thing, but I was probably about to snap on the inside because the man WOULD NOT let me finish my sentences. I hate it when people interrupt me when I have points to make. So, I spent some time trying to say things to the guy while my roommate called her friend for advice.
Anyhow, he called up his buddy for help, and his buddy showed up. We drove to a nearby parking lot to talk it out and to get off the road. Roommate said we didn't need to give him any of our information even when he was asking for it, but the man said he would call the police if I didn't, and I encouraged him to. Besides, I like the police, and they usually like me.
So, they called the police and the authorities told me over the phone that I needed to exchange information or they will charge me. Yet the roommate's friend insisted that there is no need. I didn't know who to listen to. In the end, I told the police I would make the necessary exchanges, but we never did do it. We just paid the man.
He asked for $500. Yes, as if a simple paint job costs that much. He was clearly trying to worm money out of us (roommate told me that it was probably because he saw we were both girls, and so we would be "weak", per se). We told him that we didn't have that much money on us, and somehow bargained it down to $200, and the guy said to give him more if we find more. What nerve. Roommate said (in Cantonese) the guy doesn't deserve more even if we do find more.
Oddly enough, all our available cash put together was $195. The man took it readily enough, which proves to us that he obviously knew it could not have cost $500. In the end, everything was fine, no reports/charges filed, and we all seem to be alive.
So, yes, I am all right. Thank God.
: My accident seems like fun? I can make almost anything seem fun.
I'm glad it happened. At least now I know what to do if I ever get into an accident again. Hopefully never.