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Since mid-March 2016 I've been working at The World's Largest Retailer. Third shift. It's been interesting. I work in the dairy so it's not People Of Walmart interesting but still...
So it's the First of the Month, which is the one night a month that third shift sees a lot of sucktomers. One of the reasons I work third shift is, although I love people, I hate them in their customer form. Also I like having days free for appointments. So December first is upon us and I'm stocking yogurt around 2am when I hear on the loudspeaker, "will the owner of make/model of bloo's car please see manager Bob at Cashier Aisle 21?"
Ruh roh. I leave all my fresh freight on the sales floor and dash to aisle 21 in time to see my son (who also works there) talking and gesturing wildly to manager Bob. Sigh. Son takes me out to my six-month-old car and shows me the crumpled-in driver's side door. Joy.
Then my son shows me a picture text of the rear-end of the driver that hit me. Apparently, the driver that hit me did it in full view of a coworker, near the front of the store in full view of the store cameras.
She hit the car, then, while unwisely deciding to stay and shop, wisely decided to park 4 rows over - in full view of more cameras. She and her friends alight the car to shop a bit and then leave without informing anyone they hit a vehicle.
Coworker that saw the accident walks slowly and with a cane. So he walks to the offending car, walks back the store, gets manager Bob, they come back out and manager Bob takes a pic of the rear-end of their car. With the clearly defined license plate.
So by the time I'm shown the picture, I see the teal green color of a car that must be 20 years old so my heart sinks as I assume that this young lady left maybe because she didn't have car insurance. And I've a $500 deductible. Happy happy joy joy.
I ask my son to handle the mess as I remember all my fresh freight and I go back to stocking. He later explained the police arriving, taking statements, going into the security room with manager Bob - where apparently much hilarity ensued while they watched the videos of these 3 gals pulling up next to me, pulling forward, then inexplicably backing up, turning their wheel too soon and backing into my door, shaking my car. Then watching them pull away and move 4 aisles over to park in front of grocery instead and exit their vehicle. They detailed everything in the crash report (wish I could cut-n-paste, it's hilarious).
So being in Town 'A', the Town 'A' police show up. Running her license plate, she lives in Town 'B'. 'A' cops request 'B' cops to visit SC at her home, where they note a teal green car with the license plate matching the picture and silver paint transfer on the back of it ("look Scoob, a clue!"). They go to her door where the SC explains that her car has been sitting in her driveway all night and they never did any shopping, certainly not at the World's Largest Retailer. The 'B' cops don't argue, just take her statement and get the names of her friends and leave and report this back to the 'A' cops.
According to the very detailed crash report, the 'A' cops decide to call SC where she repeats her story that the car hasn't left her driveway all night. To which the police respond that they have her on video, photographs and a witness that saw her. (As a side note here, how in the world did she think the police found her? They followed a trail of randamonium from her parking space at Walmart to her house? Did it not occur to her in her bald-faced lying that they might have had some kind of proof of her pecadillos? Gaaah it's pointless to get in the mind of an SC).
She rolls over then and admits fault and that she was driving. Whoopty doo. Yes, she has insurance. Glory, glory hallelujah!
While her insurance quickly admitted fault when they received the police report, they dragged on permitting the repair. $1700 for a new door. Two weeks to be resolved.
Hysterically, I live in Town 'C', so my husband received a subpoena to appear in Town 'C's court as a witness for the state against the SC. ("Why me, I was asleep?!" DH wails, "You're the registered owner.") The court date is scheduled for when we're supposed to be out of state on a vacation. Le Sigh.
Fortunately, I'm friends with the Clerk of Court for Town 'C', so I call her up and ask her what the deal is. She checks with the judge, who just wants to know, "was I made whole?" IOW, was my car repaired to my satisfaction? When I explained it was, she told me, "good, SC is pleading not guilty to what she was charged with, so the judge just wants to make sure you're taken care of. Don't worry about the subpoena, you can ignore it.
And now, for the remainder of my notice period, I park out in BFE where it is highly unlikely I'll get hit and it takes longer to walk from my car to the time clock then it does to drive to work.
So it's the First of the Month, which is the one night a month that third shift sees a lot of sucktomers. One of the reasons I work third shift is, although I love people, I hate them in their customer form. Also I like having days free for appointments. So December first is upon us and I'm stocking yogurt around 2am when I hear on the loudspeaker, "will the owner of make/model of bloo's car please see manager Bob at Cashier Aisle 21?"
Ruh roh. I leave all my fresh freight on the sales floor and dash to aisle 21 in time to see my son (who also works there) talking and gesturing wildly to manager Bob. Sigh. Son takes me out to my six-month-old car and shows me the crumpled-in driver's side door. Joy.
Then my son shows me a picture text of the rear-end of the driver that hit me. Apparently, the driver that hit me did it in full view of a coworker, near the front of the store in full view of the store cameras.
She hit the car, then, while unwisely deciding to stay and shop, wisely decided to park 4 rows over - in full view of more cameras. She and her friends alight the car to shop a bit and then leave without informing anyone they hit a vehicle.
Coworker that saw the accident walks slowly and with a cane. So he walks to the offending car, walks back the store, gets manager Bob, they come back out and manager Bob takes a pic of the rear-end of their car. With the clearly defined license plate.
So by the time I'm shown the picture, I see the teal green color of a car that must be 20 years old so my heart sinks as I assume that this young lady left maybe because she didn't have car insurance. And I've a $500 deductible. Happy happy joy joy.
I ask my son to handle the mess as I remember all my fresh freight and I go back to stocking. He later explained the police arriving, taking statements, going into the security room with manager Bob - where apparently much hilarity ensued while they watched the videos of these 3 gals pulling up next to me, pulling forward, then inexplicably backing up, turning their wheel too soon and backing into my door, shaking my car. Then watching them pull away and move 4 aisles over to park in front of grocery instead and exit their vehicle. They detailed everything in the crash report (wish I could cut-n-paste, it's hilarious).
So being in Town 'A', the Town 'A' police show up. Running her license plate, she lives in Town 'B'. 'A' cops request 'B' cops to visit SC at her home, where they note a teal green car with the license plate matching the picture and silver paint transfer on the back of it ("look Scoob, a clue!"). They go to her door where the SC explains that her car has been sitting in her driveway all night and they never did any shopping, certainly not at the World's Largest Retailer. The 'B' cops don't argue, just take her statement and get the names of her friends and leave and report this back to the 'A' cops.
According to the very detailed crash report, the 'A' cops decide to call SC where she repeats her story that the car hasn't left her driveway all night. To which the police respond that they have her on video, photographs and a witness that saw her. (As a side note here, how in the world did she think the police found her? They followed a trail of randamonium from her parking space at Walmart to her house? Did it not occur to her in her bald-faced lying that they might have had some kind of proof of her pecadillos? Gaaah it's pointless to get in the mind of an SC).
She rolls over then and admits fault and that she was driving. Whoopty doo. Yes, she has insurance. Glory, glory hallelujah!
While her insurance quickly admitted fault when they received the police report, they dragged on permitting the repair. $1700 for a new door. Two weeks to be resolved.
Hysterically, I live in Town 'C', so my husband received a subpoena to appear in Town 'C's court as a witness for the state against the SC. ("Why me, I was asleep?!" DH wails, "You're the registered owner.") The court date is scheduled for when we're supposed to be out of state on a vacation. Le Sigh.
Fortunately, I'm friends with the Clerk of Court for Town 'C', so I call her up and ask her what the deal is. She checks with the judge, who just wants to know, "was I made whole?" IOW, was my car repaired to my satisfaction? When I explained it was, she told me, "good, SC is pleading not guilty to what she was charged with, so the judge just wants to make sure you're taken care of. Don't worry about the subpoena, you can ignore it.
And now, for the remainder of my notice period, I park out in BFE where it is highly unlikely I'll get hit and it takes longer to walk from my car to the time clock then it does to drive to work.
I'm so glad to learn that didn't happen in your case, and that the state is pressing charges. 
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