Originally Posted by Drugman Joe
I just got back from blockbuster to get a DVD my mom wanted to watch. Wile I was there, some lady backed her fucking SUV into the side of my car. To make things worse than they were, she drove off and fucking ignored the giant dent in my door and my busted window. To make matters even worse, nobody got the license numer. I talked to the clerk (or whatever blockbuster employees are called) and he logicly figured out that it was, without a doubt, the lady he just checked out. BUT before he could give it to me, his manager comes up, takes the information, and pretty much says "It doesn't matter that you have no window and theres a giant dent in your door and you don't know who it is, I cannot give you her information as it is against company policy." :rolleyes: The cop came and the manager wouldn't even give him the lady's name. At this point, I'm just like "WHAT THE FUCK." A few minutes later, when I was outside, another employee comes up to me and hands me the slip of paper telling me to not let his manager know. How awesome. I gave the information to the cop and to make the rest of the long story short, that lady is going to be in trouble.
My car was sitting in a space behind the lady's SUV, she backed right into the side, stopped like she knew she hit my car, and then drove off. What a moronic bitch...
