Poor Timmay got hit today.

1:55 PM in front of Quizno's about to head home to enjoy my honey roasted chicken sandwich. I was in a parking lot at a complete stop when a middle-aged white woman reversed straight into Timmay, my poor '89 BMW. Timmay got some minor scratches and the lady's brand new minivan got a dent and heavy scratches (Ha! Her '06 Honda shell can't compare to my '89 BMW shell). She claimed she didn't see anything behind her, possibly suggesting that I sped up to hit her car - which I didn't. We traded insurance policies and she quickly left. But I forgot to get her license plate number, driver's license, and picture of her damaged car. STUPID ME.

Her address and phone number is in the yellow pages, so I decided to go on a manhunt. I contacted Vic to borrow her camera and hunt down her ugly minivan, after an hour search throughout north Davis I couldn't find her house (it must be the wrong address or something) but I did find her minivan at an elementary school parking lot. Unfornately that required making an illegal turn across a cement barrier. Right when I finally got on the same side of the road as her, her van dissappeared somewhere. Determined to not have her claim me at fault or more damage, I considered staking out at the elementary school tomorrow before 3:oo and taking a pic of her license plate. Such a freakin stalker, and turns out all my stalking was fruitless. My trusty dad (all the way in Milpitas) made a few calls and we got her driver's license and various other personal info. Crazy how easily we can stalk ppl and get all this personal info with a few phonecalls, a phonebook, and some personal friends in the right field.

My claim is now filed, just waiting for an adjuster to assess the damage tomorrow. That lady better not claim me at fault or someone's gonna get egged.