Dude had a hard time just standing. He refused to give me insurance until I called the the police, then while on the phone with them I walked him to the front and showed that they were still touching. Then he gave it to me. He also requested mine... I laughed out loud. Then watched as he could barely write it down, his hand was shaking so badly, not due to stress or my presence, just old as balls.
He was borderline senile. I was livid, furious, but my cooler head prevailed and I'll get it repaired as soon as I'm back from my biz trip next week.
Frankly, I'm amazed at how little apparent damage there is, but I'll let the experts at the repair facility of my choice decide what needs to be done.
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