I just filed my very first insurance claim... *sniffle*

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I borrowed my husband's truck this afternoon so I could pick up a piece of furniture for work. When I brought it back, I watched a teenager in a big green pickup pull into the space next to my car. From where I was sitting, I could see that he was incredibly close to the passenger side of my car. All of a sudden he got a stricken look on his face, and the girl in the truck with him looked pretty much the same. He quickly pulled out and parked somewhat more properly. I walked over to my car to put some of my things away, since I didn't want to take them with me when I went to give my husband his keys. The kid didn't say a word to me when I was there, and actually seemed like he was trying to avoid looking at me. I glanced at the side of my car as I walked past, but didn't see anything. I didn't bother taking a closer look because I figured he would have had the decency to tell me he'd hit my car when he saw me there. He didn't. I saw the damage when I was walking back to my car--a big dark green line of paint on my bright red passenger-side door. I was sooooo mad. I checked for a note, but there was none. I ended up filing a police report and reported the damage to my insurance company just a little while ago. The kid claimed he had no idea he'd hit my car. I beg to differ. Sure, it's a big truck, and I suppose I'd be willing to stretch my imagination and say that he "might not have felt the impact," but I saw the expression on his face before he backed out. I'm positive he knew what he'd done, and he chose to leave the scene anyway. Is it really that hard to own up to what you've done?   -_-;;