Real life / The ‘lovely boy’ who’s ruining our lives |
We spent an hour in the Garda station trying to explain ourselves to a flame-haired police lady.
She sat with her pen poised over a statement pad on the desk in the interview room. Her uniform was extremely smart and emblazoned with gold emblems. At least the police dress nicely here, I thought.
The builder boyfriend shifted uncomfortably in his seat in the claustrophobic room and started explaining that he really didn’t want to press charges.
But many weeks on from a crash in which a young driver crossed a solid white line to speed down the wrong side of the road and plough into the BB’s truck head on, demolishing it and his own car, the boy still hasn’t filled in any of the insurance forms admitting liability.
The police lady dealing with it kept telling us what a lovely boy he is, and what a lovely family he comes from. I assume she didn’t want to press charges, evidenced by the fact that, following his admission of dangerous driving at the roadside, she didn’t press charges.
When it turned out that he was driving home in a trade car from the garage he works for, on a policy he later produced showing he was only insured for business use, not social or commuting, she said that she was sure it was fine.
She didn’t want to press charges, and after a while it became clear that the boy and his boss at the garage didn’t want to fill out any forms so we could claim on the insurance,........