The Nerve of Some People
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So, I was driving down the road one day, completely minding my own business, when a car whipped out of a side-street and bashed in the side of my Toyota. It hit the passenger’s side, which was fortunate since I was the only one in the car. I was able to walk away with only a slight amount of whiplash and a bump on the side of my head from hitting the window. However, the guy got out of his car and started cussing me out, like the entire accident was my fault. Then, when the police showed up, he claimed that I saw him pulling out and intentionally switched lanes so I could hit him. It was absurd, but I still had to call a Car accident attorney in Orange County to get the whole thing straightened out. Can you believe the nerve of some people?