Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The Woes Of Wal*Mart
Mid afternoon we drove up the highway to Wal*Mart and parked behind a shiny red small truck down by the garden shop. I noticed John got a little close behind the truck but didn't say anything or think much of it. We shopped about an hour and of course as always ended up on the other side of the store. John told me to wait with the groceries and he would bring the truck around. I chatted with the greeter while I watched for John to drive up to the curb. Finally he came walking around the corner with an odd look on his face. I though he was uspet because I didn't come out and he had to get out of the truck. He said we have to go a man says I hit his truck when we parked earlier. what truck? You didn't hit a truck! We had to walk the entire width of the store in the hot and when we got to the truck a policeman pulled up. The owner of the truck is standing by the red truck with a smug look on his face. I ask him where is the damage and he wouldn't answer me. I looked at the front of John's truck and there was a dent in the middle of the licence plate. I looked at the man's truck and there was a light scrape on the left side of his bumper. Humm not a match here. John's truck is a work truck, lots of little scratches where he drives over cactus, through mesquite bushes and over cow patties. All of a sudden two guys walk up who say they are witnesses. Humm I'm thinking where were all these people when we drove up? I didn't see anyone. I didn't feel any bump or hear any noise. Police officer wrote a report but wouldn't give any opinion. He did say the man has the same insurance company as John does. When we got home John called his insurance company and told them everything. Think maybe the man had backed into someone and got the scrape or doesn't know how he got it and he and the supposed witnesses figured a way to get his new shiny red truck rid of a small scrape.