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Input: So I was driving to school, and I was stuck in traffic behind an L300. The L300 in front of me suddenly braked, so I stepped on my brakes as well. There was about 10 feet of distance between our vehicles, so everything was good. But a six-wheeler truck hit my car from behind, and my car, being a smol (Toyota Wigo to be exact), despite being on the brakes, went sorta flying and ended up hitting the L300 in front of me- all of this resulting in a \_pwingle sandwich. 

Of course, I'm a reasonable person so I got out of the car to discuss damages with everyone involved. I'm pretty young, I'm like 20, so my first instinct is to call my mom and my insurance. 

The lady (who looked about 40) who was riding shotgun in the L300 got out of the car, and started accusing me of not having a license- but demanded my car papers (like car receipt, registration). 

I mean, I look pretty young, aside from my actual age, I'm Asian so... you get it. I was pretty shaken up of course, and I just tried to calm things down.  

In response to her asking for my papers, I asked for the license of her driver, as well as her vehicle's papers, all those documents, because the insurance does need that stuff. I didn't show her my papers until she would show me hers, for my own safety (which she did not, as you'll see later. She also refused to see my license). I did give my contact details, because I was still being amicable at this point, and of course, nobody wanted this kind of thing to happen. 

I was also trying to get the police (who did not show up), because I am clueless with regards to these things. I was also scared, given that there were drivers, who are big dudes and I'm kinda petite at 5"2. 

She lost her shit when I asked for her papers, she just started yelling at me for not having an actual license (which I repeatedly offered to present to her). I tried to tell her that I'd like to rewind the dashcam, because the truck driver had admitted that the impact was actually on him, but she was not having it, and just yelling at me nonstop for not having a license. I tried to get the details of her driver, but yeah that was a no too. 

She then tried to get me to cash out, and pay what is more or less $20 USD (which is pretty big, where I'm from). I refused, because my insurance covers these kinds of things, and it seemed reasonable to me to want to go through legal channels. She was really not having any of it, goddamn. The only thing she cooperated with was giving me her number, and she used a pen with almost no ink- and it was not legible at all. I'm staring at the paper now, and honestly even if I wanted to call her and work something out, this crappy note does not allow for it. 

I lost patience- my car is somewhat new, I needed it for my boyfriend's birthday surprise next week, and my torso hurt like hell, and of course *RIP MY CAR* and this bitch was just not having any of me trying to be reasonable. 

I lost my shit- I'm usually a bitchy person, and I'm honestly surprised that I managed to stay nice for that long. I started yelling at her like "how am I supposed to have my insurance cover this if you won't show me the documents my insurance needs????" and "I am talking to your properly, how are we supposed to do this properly if you aren't even talking to me properly????". 

She asked me if I was yelling, and why I'm being so rude if it was my fault. And I was like IT'S NOT MY FAULT OKAY, WE CAN CHECK THE VIDEO. And she refused, yet *again*. So I just checked her details which she had written down, and discovered that it was unreadable. So I asked her to rewrite it so I could get in contact with her. So she did that, while muttering all the while about disrespectful brats. 

I checked the paper which she had written on, and it was still not readable. While I was doing that, the L300 had sped off. So now, I don't have a way to contact the owners of the L300 to help with the damages on their vehicle, and quite frankly, I don't really plan to. 

Note: Where I live, it's a big cultural no-no to show *any* kind of disrespect towards elders. Even breathing the wrong way is already bad. And I technically did hit the L300. 

So am I the asshole here for any of the aforementioned reasons (or maybe any reasons I didn't point out)? 

yelling at someone whose car I hit