Thanks for Nothing, Officer Donuts

I'm very discouraged today after more conversations with the State Trooper handling my case. Basically, they're closing the case. Yes, already. Apparently there are so many accidents on WA highways every day, especially in the Seattle area, they just do not have the manpower to follow up on them all CSI style. I mean, it's not like I was expecting Grissom himself to come find Hit & Run Guy, but ... that's it?

The vehicle is registered to a female, that's one complication, because we know right there that the owner is not the driver. Trooper Full Caseload called the phone number associated with the registration, no answer. No shit, Columbo! I mean, if you hit-and-ran someone, would you be answering phone calls from unfamiliar numbers? Please! He went by the address a couple of times yesterday, the vehicle was not there, and no one was home. Hello, let's just assume Hit & Run Guy is not going to be rushing for the doorbell to receive callers anytime in the immediate future.

He will go by a couple of more times today, but he only works the day shift. I asked if perhaps someone who works the swing shift could check, as there is a good chance the owner/driver works during the day, but all those guys have their own burgeoning caseloads.



So basically that's it.

I said I couldn't believe this is how our system works ... or doesn't. My dad was a cop, and I'm the world's biggest cynic (OK, except for Tony, maybe), you wouldn't think I'd be surprised. I really thought if you had the goddamn plate number, though, you catch the friggin' perp. Yes, I understand that given his behavior, it's nearly certain the guy is uninsured anyway. But really ... even with a plate number, the procedure is to call a few times, go by a time or two ... and that's it? Free pass?

Well goddamn, if it's that easy, I should just go out and get my rage on by ramming all the W in '04 stickered cars. Just park my car at work for a few days, don't answer the door or pick up the phone, and I'm home free.

What's the point in even making the damned report? It just took more time and energy, accomplished jack shit, and the added rage factor probably aged my heart at least a couple of months. Apparently, the report is mainly for the purpose of insurance. The companies need a report, "proving" that I did not back into a pole and try to commit fraud for the privilege of paying my $500 deductible, and getting a new bumper that looks the same as the old one. Since Trooper Full Caseload was not actually at the scene, and no witnesses came forward (bastards), I don't see how his report proves anything, but whatever.

I know I'm just another file in his caseload, probably with hundreds of other people, but come on. Trooper Full Caseload will move on to other folders, Hit & Run Guy will hide out for a few days and go back to life as usual. They don't care how long it takes me to replace that $500 any more than my clueless dog does. In fact, my dog probably cares more, on account of me buying his food.

This has turned into a full on Charlie-Fox, people. First Hit & Run Guy gives it to me hard, right in the bumper, then Trooper Full Caseload comes in for round 2, and has the nerve to have a lackadaisical attitude when he does it. At least say my name, bitch.



I'm just really discouraged. It seems that the past year or so, things keep chipping away at me financially, I just can't get ahead. Between the plumber, the oven, the dog's tooth, and this freeway ass-reaming, damn, I should at least have something to show for dropping that much bank. It'd be different, $1300 gone, but a new washer and oven, or a refrigerator, or a titanium fang for the dog to show for it. Or a fucking dishwasher, damn. I'd like one of those. I mean, I'd still be pissed about having to replace my crappy washer or any of those other things, but as it is, that money's gone, and my washer is still acting funky, I'll still have to replace the fridge before selling TOMFH, there's no titanium in the dog's mouth, and I'm still washing dishes by hand. 2008 is starting to suck as much as as 2007 did, and it's barely started.


Fuck. I know I'm whining like a little girl here people, I'm fully aware I'm bitching way more than normal, which is considerable on any given day to begin with, but I'm just tired of it. If it's cheer you're looking for, best be moving on, because I just don't have it in me. I just want to crawl under my blankets and not come out until 2009.