Today I had (another!) car accident.
This (time it) happened late in the afternoon (it was late – cold and dark, in an alley somewhere in the middle of nowhere…..[the first few details are true] ). I had left my pile of books (and enormous amount of studies) to go to my cousin’s place and help him with the last bits and bobs in his shifting/moving.
As soon as we arrived (mum was with me), I leave of my mum, and drive off to the train station to bring my cousins wife who had just called and said she had arrived at the station, and wanted to be picked up. It was when I was about to pick her up from the train station when it happened. I called her to find out where she was (while reversing the car), and BANG – the entire car shook. The turban almost BLEW off (Yes I was looking totally like a roadaccident after that). The owner of the car was just a few hundred meters away and came running.
Indeed I do have some Indian genes, but No, I did NOT escape 
. I still had to pick her up remember?
Soooo, turns out this Fat (with a capital F) geezer is Finish and doesn’t speak a word of Swedish. He writes down my car’s number plate number and takes my phone number. He calls his female friend, who (luckily) speaks a bit Swedish. She wants me to give her my DOB and other personal details. I hesitate since it’s not my car (mum’s, and its insured on her name). They suspect I don’t even have a license (those SONS OF B*****!!! – of course I’ve got a driving license!).
Soo they ask me if I want to take it on the insurance or if I want to end the thing there and then. I go how much you want? He goes 5000kr!!!! That’s almost 1000 USD, for a small scratch!!! I’m like – no way!!! I’m not gonna give you penny more than 30 USD (proving that Indians are essentially cheap bastards haha). So they don’t accept my cheap offer. OK what’s next? I get reinforcement – my mum and cousin appear out of nowhere (my cousins wife who as sitting in the car (it was dark and cold, and I was wearing SHORTS and a jacket)) had called them and told them about what happened.
I had followed the fat Finish man to the nearby bar where he wanted to borrow a pen and paper to write my details (it was also now that this random druggie - or was he just drunk? anyway; this random geezer comes out and shakes (grabs) my hand; because I'm a Sikh! I was very flattered (not really! He was smoking with his other hand!!). Anyway the reason why she called to get them to come was because I had followed the Finish geezer to the bar, and she thought I might get beaten up by him there (WHAT?!? Do I LOOK that weak?).
So we decide – that those b***** can take it on the insurance; but since we would still have to pay an excess fee to the insurance, and my mum’s insurance fee would get more expensive (see I’m not actually allowed to drive the car due to certain age restrictions put by the insurance company; so officially I wasn't involved anymore) – so we decide to find a solution. We offer the owner to fix the car the next day (we’d go to the cheapest mechanic in the area – we are Indians after all). But he was too smart for us. He was Finish.
No, he wants it on the insurance or some money NOW. In the end we agree to give him 1500kr (approx 300 USD) – and get him to sign that we’ve solved the problem; and that we’ve paid him that sum of money – just to make sure the geezer doesn’t report it anyway.
There was today’s study-time lost in the cold alley arguing with a Fat Finish guy. And now another hour on blogging about the event that just occured.
Oh yes! by the way - I'm fine - I'm not injured in any way - I'm totally Ok (For those people who were getting concerned about my physical wellbeing. )
