Tuesday, January 13
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Claim This [journal] I went to the claims office with my dad yesterday and there were so many misunderstanding. First we met a lady with an Indian accent and my father couldn't understand her. She asked him what colour the car was and he answered, "Lexus R4 2002...." She cut him off and asked again. He returned the question with a blank 5-year-old face, his mouth slightly ajar. I had to answer for him. Later when my dad and I were handing in our form to a police officer, a guy with a camera tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Can I take a picture?" But I thought he said, "Can you take a picture." At the time I was thinking that the claims office is a bizzare place to take family photographs but maybe he wants to be nostalgic about the accident. I reluctantly followed him outside because I was also thinking that it was sort of rude of him to ask me to take a picture when I was in the middle of something. It wasn't until he said "Which one is your car?" til I realized he was taking a picture for my dad.
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