Rural AZ here. Got t-boned by some pre-teens on a "borrowed" motor scooter. Called the deputy, who arrived in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I am surrounded by a bunch of Mexicans checking out the kids (not hurt) and the scene. One guy sidles up to me and says "If you pay me money, we won't tell the cops."
Astounded at his chutzpah, I just said that the cops are on the way. He disappeared. Wish I had enough sense to tell him "You pay ME money and I no tell La Migra." Alas, too slow on the draw.
The young Mexican guy who owned the motor scooter shows up just as the deputy arrives. Can't prove ownership ("I bought it from a guy") so it gets impounded. I felt sorry for him.
Insurance paid for everything, but it took me a while to get over the "You give me money" guy.
Well, my brother is in the bad side of town in a bad town. it’s where all of the bad things happen. I’m surprised he hasn’t been broken into. My parents live across the street. I hate going over there and only do it on rare occasions.