Car Scratch Accusation

My name is Herman Wales.

I live in building three, apartment 105.

Do you live in apartment number 78?

What you want with where I live?

Look, ma'am, do you drive a camera, a Toyota camera, a light blue one?

Yes.

All right.

Your next door neighbor then told me that you ran into my car.

I got a Benz, a black one, a 2005 C240.

Now I got light blue scratches on my

baby.

My neighbor told you what?

Your neighbor, uh matter of fact, his name is um Brian Kendall.

I told you.

You mean the cross-eyed mother live across the hall?

The what?

The cross-eyed mother that live across the hall told you what?

Ma'am, listen.

All I know is he say he lives in apartment 80.

He live next door to you.

You live in a supposedly apartment 78 right here in Cambridge Court apartments.

Now all I'm saying is he told me your car is the which is the light blue car, hit my backed into my car.

Now I ain't trying to create no problem, but somebody gotta fix my car.

And I got light blue scratches on my bands.

Uh, last I checked, my light blue clamor wasn't the only light blue camera they made.

Ma'am, you the only light, you the only light blue car in the parking lot.

Ain't no even.

I'm the only light blue car in the goddamn parking lot right now.

I ain't gonna say I've been the only light blue car in the damn parking lot.

Ma'am, I'm not

look, and I'm in the middle of watching T.

What can I do for you?

What you mean, what can you do for me?

You didn't hit my car, man.

I ain't touched your damn car.

Is you got some cameras out in this parking lot that saw me hit your car?

No, I don't have no cameras, but it is Well then uh I believe this conversation is over.

And I don't give a damn what the cross-eyed man crossed the hall told you.

Look, let me tell you something.

You didn't hit my car.

No, you gonna sit and act like you.

Uh, is you yelling at me?

I'm not yelling at you, but you didn't hit my car.

You the only-touch your damn car.

Ma'am, you the only light blue car in the parking lot.

I'm the only light blue car in the parking lot now.

And as a matter of fact, my car ain't even in the parking lot.

My sister bought my car to go to the store.

Well, is it possible that your sister is the one that hit my car?

Now.

Now, what?

Okay, it is your sister.

When is she coming back?

Maybe she hit my car and didn't tell you she hit my car.

No, she ain't hit your car.

She ain't hit your car because she would have told me she hit your goddamn car.

Look, god, uh, I said ain't nobody hit your damn car.

My car ain't got no damn scratches on it.

What you ain't gonna be doing is sitting here cussing at me, though.

Then I don't give a f what kind of scratches you got on your car, but I can't do a damn thing about it.

And even if you did, let me just be clear.

I ain't got no god insurance nowhere.

So I can't do nothing for you.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Let me tell you something.

You ain't got to tell me sh.

You ain't got to tell me a mother thing.

And as far as I'm concerned, this conversation is over.

Wait a minute.

Let me ask you.

Half a hundred.

Call her back.

Mister, you act like I ain't got your life.

I got $3,500 worth of scratches on my car.

You had them scratches on your car already.

And you ain't finna use me as no m excuse to get you no new paint.

I ain't had no scratches already on my car.

Oh yeah, you had them.

Oh yeah, you had to.

No, I didn't know.

Insurance adjustment if he come over here.

Nah.

Cause you're gonna be using your insurance.

I already told you I ain't got no.

I'm on my way to the door now.

I'm standing in the door.

Come on.

Come on.

Look, I got $3,500 worth of scratches on my car that you need to pay for.

You the only you the only light blue.

What?

What?

What?

What?

Look, I already told you.

I'm tired of talking to you.

I'm watching TV, and you ain't got shells to talk to me about.

I'm not sure what you're doing.

I need to talk to you about this car.

Lady, listen.

I got 35.

I ain't even parked next to no BMW's lately.

It's a Benz.

Hell ever.

It's a BNC 240 or black.

I don't give a damn if it's a uh BN777.

I can't help you.

They don't make a 777.

I don't give a damn.

Lady, look, you know what?

Can I say something to you?

No, you can't say a guy.

You know what you can say to me?

You can say bye.

I just want to say one more thing to you.

One more thing.

I'm gonna give you one more mother thing.

Go ahead on.

All I want to say is this nephew Tommy from the Steve Harvey Morning Show, your sister Robin out of DC put me up.

Oh, that d shit goes.

Make me you know what?

I don't even have y'all got them show.

I listen to the show on the internet.

And this

Oh, you wait till I talk to her.

Mr.

Dale, but Liza, before you go, can you tell me?

What is the baddest radio show in the land?

The Steve Hallman morning show.

All right, nephew Tommy.

You knew you didn't run into nobody.

I know damn well.

I ain't hit nobody.

Cause I be trying to plug my stuff out there, folks, so it won't nobody hit me, you know.

Ms.

Dale, I'ma sing you something in the mail.

I appreciate that.

All right, you need my address.

I got all of your sister gave me all your stuff.

Oh, oh, okay then.

I'm trying to