For throw back Thursday ... a story My precious female offspring was in 6th grade....hold onto that piece of data. I am sitting on the floor watching television. Telephone rings. I answer. Is this the Farrals? Yes.... do you have a daughter Tanya? Yes....well she drove into my boat trailer and ran over my mail box, now what are you going to do about it? At the moment, nothing...... WHAT???? At the moment nothing. Can we back up and you start from the beginning? Who are you and where do you live. He lives a block away on the street behind my house. A young lady driving a green Oldsmobile station wagon clipped the tongue of the boat trailer and ran over his mail box. When did this occur? Thursday evening at 6 pm. It was not my daughter: she is sixth grade, I do not own the car described. and at the time of this incident she was standing in our driveway with a cousin waiting to go see a school friend who is in the hospital. So how did you get her name? She gave it to my neighbor when she asked to use his telephone. Did he perhaps get the license plate number? Yes, it is .... Ok let me call you back in a few minutes. Hang up and call the hospital district police station. I talk to one of the officers I know and on the sly because it is against policy he yields the name and address of the car owner! I call the gentleman back and tell him I shall handle the situation. The address is a block or so from the middle school. The next morning I drive to the address. Parked out front is the vehicle in question and it has a paint scuff mark on the fender where the car struck the items in question. I knocked on the door and a young girl answered. Her father is out of town, her mother is in the shower. I point to my car and tell her when her mother is available I shall be there. I barely get back to my car and a lady appears at the door. I begin the tale of the phone call. I point to her car and point out the scuff as which point the young girl admits she and a friend took a joy ride and lost control of the car. Mother is livid! Asks me not to say anything to her husband. She would pay for the damage. I gave her the address and name of the occupants. Then I asked the girl why she used my daughters name instead of her own .................................................................................. remember my opening remark ....................................................................................................... I thought she had a license! *rolling eyes* I stopped by the house where the damage took place....gave the lady of the house the name and address of the lady who pay for the damages....which she promptly did that day.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 03:08:04 +0000
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