Car park accident with a parked car?

I had a minor accident on a supermarket car park yesterday. Pulling into a bay I touched my car’s bumper with that of another car. There was no-one in the car so I assume they were still shopping.

Realizing the space might be a little narrow, I decided to park in the next row, where I had a look at the little scratch on my bumper and hunted for paper and a pen. I then wrote down my name and phone number and went to put the paper under the other car’s wiper, however being absorbed in what I was doing I didn’t the vehicle leave.

I then went inside the store to ask if they had CCTV coverage of the car park to try to find the car’s registration number to try to contact them so I could apologize and sort it out properly. It seems the store has very limited CCTV so unless it occurred right outside the doors the incident was not seen.

I asked with customer services and security whether there had been any report of damage to a car, but the owner seems not to have noticed and driven off. I then gave my name and phone details to customer services, along with the best description I could give of the car, in case the owner came back. I have so far heard noting and it has been around 14 hours.

I am aware that the police should be informed of incidents within 24 hours, however I am unsure what information I could give them. The car was fairly new, grey and a small 4×4 but I don’t have any more information then that.

The security person at the supermarket told me to leave it because accidents happen all the time on the car park. But I am very aware it could be very serious if there was a witness, plus I feel very guilty.

Do I go to the police with the little information I have? If so, what do they do? Do they track down all grey 4x4s in the area and ask if they have a scratch or just see if someone makes a claim that matches my description?

I was initially hoping this could be settled without going through insurance but I assume this isn’t an option if the police get involved?

Any information or advice would be greatly appreciated.

whats a true Scot?

Being scottish is about driving a german car to an irish pub to drink belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing a indian curry or turkish kebab on the way to sit on swedish furniture and watch american tv shows on a japanese tv.

and the most scottish thing of all ?. Suspicion of all things foriegn.

Only in scotland can a pizza get to your home faster than an ambulance.
Only in scotland do supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the store to get there prescriptions while healthy people can buy there fags at the door.
Only in scotland do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on the drive and up our junk and cheap lawnmower in the garage.
NOT TO MENTION.

18 scots had seriose injuries in 2000 trying on a new jumper with a lit cigerette in thier mouth.
4 scots got broken arms last year after cracker pulling accidents.
In 2000, 8 scots were admitted to hospital with fractured skulls incurred whilst throwing up in tiolet.

proud to be a scot ru

does insurance company allow to accept liability on your behalf?

Hi all
my wife reverse out of supermarket car park she look round it was clear ,she reverse out about 15 inchs, the other woman came down the wrong way behind other park car and crash into my wife, I phone my insurance give detail , less than 24 hour I haven’t give my statement or sketch of the accident. my insurance company phone me saying they accept fault on my behalf I tell them I am not accept fault , she said as long as you reverse no matter what it your fault, I then ask her if she reverse out and I speed up and crash staight in to her ,who fault is that she said the reversing party I think it a insurance scam , please tell me is it illegal for my insurance to accept so quickly on my behalf
Thank you

Do you like where you live?

Okay here’s the story. I’ve been living in DC most of my life and I lived in NW. NW is by far the best part of the city. It’s where most of the life is. I has all the best neighborhoods like Georgetown, Adams Morgan, Mt.Pleasant, Columbia Heights, Kalorama, and etc.i lived in Adams Morgan and I miss Nw. Now I live in Southeast…and it sucks because my mom wanted to downgrade into a cheap 3 bedroom condo…I hate everything about SE. The people, the buildings. There isn’t anything no clubs, movie theaters, culture, no fun. All it is a drug infested, ghetto, poor, and unemployed section. For many years there was only 1 supermarket for all of SE, they just opened a Giant in the spring of 2008…The people I live around are so ghetto..and the men here are gross. The ward I live in is the highest for STDs and HIV….gross. My mom told me, my little bother and little sister to never speak to anyone around here and she doesn’t let my little brother or sister to go outside because she doesn’t like how the other kids act around here, they are a bad influence and I agree, I feel so alone. All of my friends are in NW or in NOVA(Northern Virginia) There is no one like me out here, all of the kids my age don’t go to school and they don’t want to do anythign with there lives. I told this lady I’m going to college and she laughed and said that no one goes to college around here…And when I went to my college’s orientation in June and I told some people that I live in SE DC they were so shocked….I am so embarassed to tell people where I live…I have never lived in a place like this ever…And it’s impossible to go anywhere without a car…The buses/subway runs extra slow out here and they stop very early. it’s kinda of like Staten island, it’s isolated from the rest of the city.
I’m 18, I live there because my school is close to my house so I commute…Plus, its hard to find a good apartment because DC is getting very expensive now..Plus my mom doens’t mind me staying…
My mom wanted to get a cond/apratment because she and my dad divorced a while ago and he left us in this house….My mom doesn’t like houses because of the upkept…And she sold it and we moved to the condo….It’s a nice condo it’s brand new…it’s kinda of like a house…its has a an upstairs and a downstairs…and a patio….

Are there any jobs that accept 15yr olds in PA? Primarly around the Pittston area?

Im 15 and i want to start saving up cash for a car, insurance, etc. I need a job but it’s hard to find one with the criteria im looking for. I would want to do stock for like a supermarket or help unload the delivery trucks. Can someone please help me with this?
crap alright, but do u know of any possible jobs around Pittston PA?

What do you think of the first page of my story?

1.
I was the morning in the UAE, six thirty to be precise, and Rhys, who was not a morning person, was unhappily being dragged out of his pleasant slumber by the irritating beep of his alarms. The first lay on his bedside table, so it could be easily reached to press snooze and give him an extra five minutes and as he did this Rhys remembered that this was exactly the reason why he had set another alarm on his desk at the other side of the room and a third in his adjoining bathroom.
He stood up, cursing for his total lack of empathy toward his future self when he had set the alarms the night before, and, after stumbling to his desk and switching off the second before making his way to the bathroom for the third, Rhys promptly collapsed back onto his bed only to find himself unable to even contemplate slipping back into a sub-conscious state.
In a condition somewhere in between being asleep and being awake he pulled on his school uniform and grabbed his bag. Slowly making his way downstairs, eyes still not fully open, Rhys was almost knocked over as his little sister came bounding past singing the chorus of some tacky Disney tune, in a state far from what he believed should be legal at that time of the morning.
After getting some food Rhys felt better, good enough, even, for his first head of dokha for the day. After retiring back to his room he hung out his bedroom window which overlooked the minuscule excuse for a garden and the street beyond it breathing in the mixture of refined tobacco and Iranian leaves until his lungs couldn't hold anymore, he then breathed out in relief at his nicotine craving being satisfied and the comfortingly familiar light-headed moment when everything bad in the world clouded over.
"Rhys! We're leaving, hurry up!" shouted his mum from downstairs. Quickly recovering from the effect of the dokha Rhys sprayed some deodorant and cologne on himself, ruffled his hair, which just a bit too long for his liking, and made his way to the car.
The journey was spent in the usual silence from Rhys but loud racket from his Mum and Sister as they sung along to Leona Lewis' depressingly slow and slurry album. Rhys tried, as he did every day, to block out the noise with his iPod but failed, as he did every day, due to the cheap knock-off head phones he had bought from a dodgy dealer for a tenth of the price.
Upon arrival at the school Rhys swiftly left his family's vicinity and made his way toward the place where he knew his friends would be. Next to the school was a dilapidated three storey block of flats with a small supermarket at the bottom and behind was an alleyway leading to the other side of the block where all the students from his school went to have their nicotine fix before another two hours of abstinence.
On his way to the alleyway Rhys bumped into two girls from his year. He immediately brightened up, no longer the apathetic and moody teenager his family knew him as Rhys transformed to his true self. They all exchanged greetings and made a few stoner jokes about each other as Rhys could smell the cigarette smoke on them from a mile off.
"I thought you'd quit." Rhys teased one of the girls, Louise.
"Yeah, and I just lost 10dhs on a bet I made that you would die of simultaneous lung and liver failure over night." She retorted, jokingly.
As he was just about to walk away the second of the girls, Lydia, motioned toward the direction of the alley way, "Oh, Rhys, I think Jake said he wanted to talk to you about something and he seemed kind of worried."
Rhys was bemused. Jake, worried? It just didn't compute. Jake was the kind of guy who was up for everything and didn't give a monkey's what anyone thought about him.
As he walked to towards the alleyway Jake breathed in the heavy smell of tobacco and shisha flavour from the nearby cafe and relaxed his shoulders confident in the fact that, whatever Jake wanted to tell him, it would not burst his bubble and this would be a good day.
Rhys glanced at his watch; it read 7:30, giving him fifteen minutes before school started. He had made good time, another sign, Rhys thought, of a good day ahead.
Unfortunately, Rhys' prospects of a good day were just about to plummet.
"Hey, Rhys" Jake called walking towards him. "I need to talk to you"
Jake tried to grab Rhys' arm and pull him toward the school but Rhys resisted, seeing that Jake was worried and adamant that nothing would ruin his day.
"No, man. Wait, I want to have some dokha first."
"I need to talk to you" Jake tried to grab Rhys' arm again but Rhys stepped away, further into the alleyway, and reached into his pocket for the leather case in which he kept his pipe.
"Fine." Jake grunted, releasing Rhys from his grasp, eyes glued to an empty water bottle leaning against the wall. Seeing this sudden, submissive, change in Jake emotions Rhys sighed and returned the case to his pocket. He realised that there must be something serious going on for Jake to be acting so out of c

I'm so mad, I applied to a supermarket and called many times but no one will call me back?

I applied to a Stop & Shop supermarket and I’ve called about 4 times in the past two weeks and they wrote my name and phone number down and they’d call me to set up an interview. I even went in there once and asked them if anyone has looked at my application and I saw them write down my name and number so it’s not like they’re lying. My mom says that I’m just not trying hard enough, but I don’t want to call every single friggin hour. What should I do?!
I need a computer for school very badly, and my parents won’t pay for it so I really need a job. Also for when I take Driver’s Ed. soon, I need money for that too. And car insurance once I get my license. So you see, I really need a job.
When you first applied to a job, did you have to call back many times before you actually got an interview?! How long did you have to wait? Any feedback is appreciated, thank you
Oh and I know they’re hiring, they always are, and I know they would tell me that they’re hiring or not.
And sorry that this question is so long, haha.
Not many other places are hiring, or will hire a 15 year old.
although I will be 16 soon, but I need a job right now :[