I once got rear-ended by a young-ish driver. She was respectful, admitted fault, apologized. Then, the police showed up. At first they were decent, just doing t

I once got rear-ended by a young-ish driver. She was respectful, admitted fault, apologized. Then, the police showed up. At first they were decent, just doing their jobs. Then, almost instantly, their tone changed. Same thing - told me they smelled marijuana (I never smoked weed in my life). Then it turned into an inquisition: "You told me you're going home, which is south, but why are you headed north right now?" "I'm going to my parents' home, which is north of here." "Sounds like you're story keeps changing." One cop said something like, "Are you a mama's boy? Gotta go see mommy?", which was weird, but that's how the tone was now. Anyway, as I was getting hammered with questions and accusations, I noticed the young-ish driver getting into the back of the second police car. Then, they drove away. I thought they found drugs or something. Turns out the young-ish driver was the daughter of the chief of police. I spent the next month or so getting harassed by a local prosecutor (the cops smelled marijuana! back in the early-90s, weed was a big crime.). He said the police were "investigating" and he was deciding whether or not to bring the case. Furthermore, my own insurance agent told me I should probably drop my claim because the young-ish driver's insurance company would fight it ("it's complicated because it was dark at the time."), and it would just take a long time so it probably wasn't worth it. In the end, I submitted the insurance claim, received peanuts (not even enough to fix my car) and dropped State Farm. I didn't care too much because I knew I was leaving town (Modesto, CA). And I've never gone back.