3. I was hit, by a hit and run offender

The bank rep's cubicle has a clear view of the parking lot.   My car was parked where you now see the blue car.  Imagine my dismay, as I witnessed someone smash my car.  And, then run.

     On October 18, 2011, my hopes were smashed before my very eyes.

I was at the local Bank of America.  My son and I were talking to the bank representative, in the corner cubicle of the office.  The desk over looks the parking lot, through a large sized window. 
     As, we sat there, talking, an  elder woman strikes my car.  She was perpendicular to my car.   She had hit it, head on, onto the driver side doors.

I saw my car get pushed into the next parking stall.  I was shocked. I screamed and the bank representative turned her head and gasped. "Is that your car?"

     Naturally, I was concerned for my car.  But, when I saw the lady's face, gray haired, drawn, and bewildered, I grew concerned for her.  I thought to myself, "is she okay?" 

     Then the unimaginable happened.  She put the car in reverse, and drove backwards into the street.  At this moment, I knew she was trying to flee.  I jumped from my seat, through the lobby and parking lot I ran.  "People were shouting at me, I got her plates!"  

     She was struggling to make a U turn, to return to Las Vegas Blvd.  She got stuck behind a truck at the stop sign.  So, I was able to catch her, on foot. I called the police.  But, they said they would not come, due to private property laws. 

I told her to return, to the scene of the accident.  I asked for her identification, registration, and insurance.  She only had a Mexican ID card. It did not show her birth date. She had no registration, but did have an insurance card. 



     I had her wait while I went inside to make copies.  One of the people who saw the accident, shouted "Great, another illegal who comes here to commit crimes."  Being of Mexican descent myself, I did not what her to suffer unnecessary ethnic slurs.  So, I took the witnesses phone numbers and told them it was fine to leave.



     Truly, I felt bad for the lady.  She appeared shaken up.  I did not want to scare her.  I just wanted to get her information.  I told her to relax, that she was not in trouble.  I stayed a few minutes to make sure she was fine to drive home. She apologized, and said she understood. 

 
     I felt no hard feelings for the lady.  I thought she was genuine when she apologized. I thought all would be fine.  

     I was very wrong.  
    

My car was parked in the first parking spot off the street.  I was sitting in the corner cubicle, facing the outside.