4 Titles: I went head to head with a female white westerner and won! or Things that make you want to GO NUTS! or You are now entering the twilight zone or Just another Abu Dhabi Day
I don’t get up before 9:00. I don’t have to get up before 9:00 and since we get to bed late I typically don’t get up before 9:00. It’s just now 9:11, I’ve been up for an hour and a half and it’s proving to be an un-typical day for me.
I got up at 7:30, ate, bathed and clothed myself and was out the door by 8:00. My mission was to take the FJ back in to the body shop for a third time to get the second estimate done AGAIN. Apparently the first time we dropped it off for the second accident they either didn’t do the estimate or they lost it. No matter. Mafi mushkala. I can take it back in again.
I had to be there before 9:00. That’s when the insurance company shows up to start estimating. I pull up to the front of the building at about 8:35ish to start looking for a parking spot. Now remember… this is Abu Dhabi. People drive crazy here and consequently there are a lot of accidents. There are a lot of damaged vehicles parked everywhere, in no order and leaving me no space to park in the normal parking spaces. One of the attendants motioned for me to go into the drive that leads to the body shop area. Let me not fail to mention that the only drive into the body shop area, which is the only drive out of the body shop area, is constricted down to one lane most of the way because people have chosen to park their cars on either side of the drive. Ha!
As I am pulling in, and mind you I’m most of the way down the drive, a woman in a small compact car starts to pull out of the body shop. Here it is folks:
- I am most of the way down the drive
- She has just started coming down the drive
- If I back up it would have to be into the busy street and I’m liable to get rear ended (again)
- If she backs up 10 feet I can get around her
So what does she do? She throws up her hands and gives me this “Why the hell are you in front of me, in my way and not backing up?!” look. I even think she mouthed something. So what did I do? Well first, I’m flabbergasted by the fact that she’s not going to be a typical white western woman and love that she has the opportunity to be nice to someone. So I threw my hands up and mouthed “back up!” with that flabbergasted look on my face. I won!
But I feel horrible! I shouldn’t have had to do that. I SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD TO DO THAT.
I believe that this incident occurred because SHE has been here to long. More on that later. Let me get back to the FJ and the estimate.
So she backed up 10 feet and I drove around her. The whole incident took like… 30 seconds. I parked where the attended motioned me to and went into the waiting area ready to battle to have my estimate done first.
Well lucky for me I didn’t have to fight that battle. Unfortunately that fact isn’t stopping the maddening feeling from coming on. GO NUTS! I approached the Indian at the counter and after he is done talking to his associate Indian in Hindi/English about my FJ and the lack of an estimate he informs me that the insurance company doesn’t need to do the estimate now and that I can leave the FJ so they can get to the work some day. GO NUTS!
I asked him politely “Are your guys ready to fix the FJ? Do they have a guy available to start working on it? Because I don’t want to just leave it here to sit for weeks and not have any work done to it.” So the guy talked to his associate again in Hindi/English and then informed me that I could drop it off next Saturday. GO NUTS!
Instead of doing a second estimate the insurance company is now going to wait until the work is done and the bill is created and decide at that point what they are going to pay. MY theory is that the estimator for the insurance company just doesn’t want the work of creating a new estimate. GO NUTS!
So essentially my trip to the body shop was unnecessary. GO NUTS! EVERYBODY GO NUTS!
The cake topper: As I’m leaving the body shop area, driving down the street, a young Arab guy coming from the opposite direction stops and honks his horn at me and points to the front of my car. Now, I’m thinking, “Is something dangling off the front of my FJ?” Nope. He just wanted to ask me in his broken English, “Accident? How?” I explained that it was a train wreck of an accident and that it wasn’t my fault. Then he asked, “Do you have paper?” I gave him a quizzical look. “Do you have police paper?” Oh! Do I have an accident report? Why yes, sir, I do. WTH?! What the heck?! Who was he and why did he care whether I had an accident report? GO NUTS!
It’s at that point that I decided to get home as quickly as possible before something else strange happened.
I want to comment more on my theory of the woman in the compact car but I don’t think I have the brainpower right now. Maybe after I take nap this afternoon…
You have to know that as I’ve typed this over the last 45 minutes that I’ve laughed out loud at least five times. I haven’t cried yet though!!! : ) GO NUTS!