Some lady hit our new old car this morning in the city, sideswiping it. I stopped. She didn't. I got her license plate number. A personalized license plate. [The voice of reason over there on the other half of the screen told me to take the license plate NAME out of this post; so, I did.] And she didn't stop. I dropped in to the Third District in the afternoon, where the officer was salivating because I had the license number ... he said in most hit-skips, there's no traceable license plate number. He called while I was sitting there and ran the plate. The owner information as to race and age and make and model of the car matched what I gave him. He smiled. "Now, don't you try to contact her," he said.
"No way. I'll give you guys the pleasure," I replied.
His smile broadened. She'll be getting a visit in her suburban "Gold Coast" condo from the police. And she'll be charged with the hit-skip, which is punishable by up to 6 months in jail and/or $1,000.
She looked right at me and then kept driving, as if I was irrelevant.
I didn't realize that my visit to the police department would be so satisfying.
Posted by Bill at February 23, 2006 06:30 PMthere is quite a sense of relief when something like this happens
Posted by: mark at February 23, 2006 06:35 PMgreat work!
Posted by: Anji at February 24, 2006 10:28 AMI got a huge amount of satisfaction out of your post. I'm so tired of people getting away with their criminal, stupid, or just plain bad behavior. It's good to hear of one instance where justice will happen.
Posted by: moonandsun03 at February 24, 2006 10:39 AMAh, the inscrutable and elusive hand of Justice, not to mention a tickle of good old-fashioned Revenge. Sweet.
Posted by: Kyle at February 25, 2006 11:39 PMKarma (or, I guess in this case, carma).
Posted by: elle at February 26, 2006 08:49 AM