He ran a stop sign and hit me. It tore up the left side of my car by the gas tank. He got out of his car, pissed off. When I got out of my car to exchange information with him, he was sullen and told me to look at what I had done to his headlight. I told him I had the right of way and he ran the stop sign. He told me to just wait until his insurance got a hold of me. Pricktard.
Then, later on he called me and asked me to dinner. I told him to fix my car instead.
Why are some guys so sullen when they know they were the ones at fault? Then later on they think dinner will fix it all?