I don’t normally use my blog to vent about things like this, but I’m livid right now. I got into a car accident this morning. No one was hurt thankfully. But we all know how awful it is to get into a car accident don’t we? It’s just an awful experience no matter the extent of the damage. But what happened after the accident made it ten times worse, and I have Old Town Trolley Tours of Boston to thank for that.
I won’t go into too many details but the short of it is that I was sideswiped by someone who blew a red light. After the crash, I pulled off to the side of a two lane, one way road to assess the situation. I exchanged info with the other driver and took a look at my car. Much of the fender was mashed into my tire. It would need some work before I could drive away, but thankfully it was still drivable.
So there I am, my car with it’s hazards on, pulled off to the side of the road as far as I could be, the driver of the other car behind me with his flashers on. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, my neck is starting to ache, and my head is starting to be flooded with the thoughts of months of dealing with insurance, rental cars, body shops, quotes, and deductibles. Then I hear a loud horn honk beside me.
It’s one of the large trolley busses that can be seen each day roaming the streets of Boston chock full of 30-40 tourists getting their fill of Boston culture. The trolley bus was apparently turning onto the street and due to the accident had a bit of a tight squeeze getting through. The driver, with white hair and beard, mic attached to his head, made some typical hand gestures explaining that he wanted to get through. I motioned back saying “Don’t you see there’s been an accident here?” It was tight but he clearly had enough room to get through. So what does he decide to do?
He flips on the mic he uses to address his tour passengers and through the booming speakers says to his bus full of people and those in earshot on the street:
“Yea and you better watch out, cause next time I’ll hit the other side of your car!”
The bus erupted in laughter at my expense.
So now not only am I sitting there, post-accident, sore neck, thinking about the insurance bullshit I’ll have to deal with from this ordeal, but now I have an entire bus full of people laughing at me. I’ve been humiliated in my life but this one has to be up there as one of the worst.
In an attempt to not make this a super long rant, I’ll close by saying that from here on out I’ll do anything I can to discourage ANYONE from paying money to go onto one an Old Town Trolley tour. I don’t care if it’s friends, friends of friends, family, or a random tourist on the street (which I run into quite a lot), I’ll do everything in my power to convince people NOT to take a tour with a company that insults, humiliates, and embarrasses people like I was today.