Has anyone been involved in or known a friend/relative who has had an accident which has obviously been their own fault but tried to shift the blame or made up a story to try and save face? I'll start the ball rolling with a couple...
A friend of mine went into the back of another car, but his story was that someone had reversed into him in a supermarket car park and drove off while he was in the store!
My ex girlfriend said she skidded on a patch of oil on a dual carraigeway and demolished a road sign on the central reservation. On investigation her father and myself could find no sign of residue on the road or skid marks at the scene. When I put it to her that she had simply been concentrating on the radio rather than the road she burst into tears and denied it (typical female reaction), even her father admitted this was probably what had happened!
My moto is if you make a mistake admit it and learn from it!
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My wife arrived home in my (then brand new) company Xantia with a dent in the bonnet. She said a horse had reversed into her......
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My sister-in-law recently passed her test and started to drive her husband's fiesta.
"Oh blimey" said I, " she'll prang it, guaranteed".
Two weeks later, there's a horrible scrape along the side of the car.
She had been trying to get into a space in a multi-storey car park and dragged the car into a concrete pillar.
"It wasn't my fault" she said, " the steering went wonky...."
Yeah, right.
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No excuses, but a good cover up:
Someone I know dented the side side of her car, and through judicious parking, etc, managed to keep it secret from her husband for months.
She eventually sold it with him apparently none the wiser!
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I have a variation on exactly the same: "I was getting into this parking space, then this pillar appeared......"
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In Glasgow a parking attendant guided me back into a pillar and de-materialised when I got out of the car.
He must have been 80 if he was a day, there was no hiding place close by and I recon he must have done 50 yards in 2 seconds to get to the exit.
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A while back, a vehicle delivering to the local psychiatric hospital half demolished the front porch of the building.
It transpires that one of the inmates had stood behind, waving him backwards, then run off laughing after the crunch!
In central cape town, we have hordes of car-parkers, who wave you back into empty bays (which you obviously cannot find or negotiate into yourself!), and they are such a pain in the a*** that they cause more bumps than enough, as they go through a michael jackson routine of arm waving and swinging, totally distracting from the task in hand...
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Sorry about any damage, Brian, but maybe you had an English registration - after all, the Battle of Culloden was only in April, April 1746 that is ....
Ronnie
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..... and the old boy had only just heard about it!
Ronnie
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There was a bloke who drove into a very similar - but wrong - house entrance, and explained he then collided with a tree he had not got.
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When I was younger and even more stupid, I dropped a car-parking ticket from the dash to the floor of my then new Ford Corsair GT.
Being a bright chap I immediately leaned over to retrieve it and forgot I was going around a corner in the multi-story car park. The wall reminded me.
Excuse? Couldn't think of one. Never did get that wing right!
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A friend of mine used to rally a Mini Cooper in club events a long time ago. He was a driver of the old fashioned gentleman-amateur school. Midway through one long stage he decided it was time for a cigarette. Unfortunately he dropped the lighter on the floor, bent down to retrieve it, and looked up again just as the vehicle hit a very steep bank. It ended up inverted, some distance from the road, after which he definitely needed that cigarette....
My own best piece of bone-headed stupidity was in a car park. I had put the ticket in the recess in front of the instruments. While negotiating a corner I decided to get hold of the ticket ready to give it to the attendant. To do this I stuck my hand through the steering wheel, forgetting that I would very shortly need to turn the steering wheel back to the straight ahead position. At this point I got a bit confused, trapped my arm between the steering column switchgear and the spokes of the steering wheel, and ran into a concrete pillar.
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Richard, now I've stopped laughing.. done it myself reaching for my fags on a Montego dash. Plonker!
Mike
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In the 50's in the North Riding of Yorkshire Police Traffic Division it was a mortal sin to put as much as a scratch on one of the black Zephyr patrol cars. Such damage generated a mountain of paperwork and trip to see God, the Superintendent, who could chew heads from 100 yards and spit fire and brimstone.
One of the lads I knew came in off nights with the front of his patrol car stoved in. Hey up the black dog syndrome we all thought.
Along come God - yes they did come out early in those days. All hell let loose, Sgt jumping up and down looking for the proverbial hole to fall in out of the way. Holy Murphy we expected World War III. God asked the Officer to explain the damage and went purple in the face with disbelief when the Officer explained that he had hit Brock (a Badger). It was obvious to all and sundry that this was not a believeable excuse to God, but without more ado, the Officer walked to the rear of the car, opened the boot, extracted a very dead and mangled Badger and placed it at the feet of God.
Exit God like a deflating balloon.
DVD
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Same thing, Ian. They then insist on "watching your car", i.e. expect payment otherwise when you return it will be not be in the same condition you left it.
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ditto.
What's the cost there ?
Here they expect around R$2.00 which is about 60p.
M.
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Demanding money with menaces ...
My brother tells a story of a friend who went to Liverpool. (probably apocryphal, but humourous nonetheless).
Two urchins approch parked car. "look after it, guv?"
"No, my dog is inside. he will look after it."
pause.
"Puts out fires, does he?"
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a couple of years back, during the dark days of Ipswich Town's sojourn in Nationwide Division One.
I gave the kid £2 just to be on the safe side.
Brum's the only place I've been asked but then I have never been to an away game in Liverpool or Manchester and despite the fact that we've got Everton away on Saturday I'll pass.
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Cost up to you. About the equiv of US 25 cents should do it. These are usually street children, or qite often they are billy-boys (gays).
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Only time I can remember being in that situation was at West Ham speedway, many years ago.
I think that a couple of bob (10p to you youngsters) fixed it.
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