I strolled, she called, we met outside the mall entrance and proceeded to walk to my car.
This is what I saw when we walked up to the parking spot.
LOOK. AT. MY. CAAAAARRR!???!?!?
I immediately walked around the car to see if a note or something had been left. You know, things responsible citizens do when they barrel into another person's innocent parked car.
Nothing. No note. No insurance info. No sticky-note with a sad face. Nada.
So I then called the police, who told me that since the incident occurred in a private (mall) parking lot, and since there were no witnesses or note left, it would do me no good to file a police report.
I called my insurance then to begin the process of filing a claim and whatever. It was 4:30p and the 101 rush hour was in full swing. My body shop and preferred rental car place is in Novato (for my East Coast readers, Novato is where I used to work. It's about 30 miles north of SF and about 15 miles north of where I was when my car was hit). That may not seem like far, but when traffic going north is moving as a snail's pace, if at all, getting myself to Novato by closing time was well-nigh impossible. My body shop had sent a tow truck (my car was not drivable due to the rear light being out and a flat tire in the front), so I had to wait until he got there to leave. I called two other rental places and they told me that if I could get there by 5:40p, they would have a car for me.
Thankfully the tow truck arrived shortly after that and my dear friend Sarah (who'd loyally camped out in my car and played Fruit Ninja on her iPad while I made 47 phone calls) drove me to San Rafael to pick up the car.
Here are some more photos of the damage. It was amazing how hard the other car (truck?) must have hit my car. My car was actually perfectly straight in the parking space (see above) and the impact knocked it into the space next to it. In addition, the offending vehicle was going the wrong way in a one way parking lot.
I'm thankful I wasn't in the car (or trying to put something in the trunk - eeek!), that the damage wasn't worse, and for my sweet friend who stayed with me while I had a couple temper tantrums, an minor emotional breakdown, and who drove me to the rental car shop and listened to my 47 phone calls. I don't know what I would have done if I'd been alone, since Marc and I only have one car and he was currently in downtown San Francisco at work. God is good, all the time.