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I go to the back of the truck and lean my arms on the truck bed edge and wait; broiling in the sun I work on my tan for a while and light a smoke. Two smokes later our friends show up in their other pick-up truck. After checking to see if my wife and her sister and myself are okay they start in to yakking at the truck driver. He doesn't seem too happy. Out numbered he is. Screw him, the idiot. Who the hell backs up a big ass truck that fast without checking behind first?
Fifteen minutes later a brown and white police pick-up truck pulls up and two Thai cops get out. The driver is the tallest damned Thai guy I've ever seen!
The tall cop comes over to my ladies and greets them. Wow! It seems he is a friend of my family's. My lady and her sisters are friends of his wife. Ah good ... Buddha smiles on the falang. Hahaha! He lives just down the road from us with his wife and son. The police station is his home. This is a stucco type house where he and the other cop have their 'office'. The tall cop gets to live there, as he is the senior officer. I am introduced to him and he seems a decent sort. He gives my lady and me a smile and tells her to tell me not to worry.
The idiot truck driver spills his guts to the cops during the accident investigation conducted on the soi. Seems he admits the accident was his fault, and admits he never checked his mirrors or looked behind before backing up. Verdict ... HE PAYS ALL DAMAGES!
BUT, you knew there would be a but didn't you? But now we have to go through the process of getting an estimate and figuring out exactly how much he would have to pay. A meeting between him, myself, and the owner of my truck is set up for financial reparations for 4p.m. at the tall guy's police station house. The driver leaves after promising to be there at 4. The cops have all his vital information. They leave too after chatting a while with my lady and me. Nice guys actually.
We get some water to fill some jugs and the owner of my truck gives me the keys to his truck and tells me to use it until the red shitbox is repaired in a few days. Cool. This is a much better truck than the red one! They put some water in the red truck's radiator and ask us to meet them at the cop’s house. They want to park the red truck in the driveway there so it will be available for the estimates from the mechanics and this is where the negotiations for reparations will be conducted. This way there will be no tampering with the truck, and it will be under the watchful eye of the cop, well, his wife anyway, until everything is settled to everyone's satisfaction.
We drive to the cop's house and wait for our friend to show up so we can then drive him and his wife back to their house until the late afternoon meet.
Once they arrive we leave the damaged truck there and take them home, promising to pick them up in a few hours to return for 'the negotiations'. Little did I know what this was to entail. SALT treaty talks don't get this frigging involved.
Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)
© Written in the year 2000. All rights reserved by the author.
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