Well, more fun and games. I have to get the 3 digit code on the accident report which will reveal the guy's insurance provider and allow me to submit a no fault motor vehicle insurance claim - in NYC you automatically get up to $50,000 to pay for medical expenses, loss of earnings etc. I spoke to a lawyer who told me just go to the precinct and they will give you it.
So I called the precinct and asked if they had it. Sure, they said, just come on down. I hobbled all the way over to the West Village and asked at the desk. Report? What report? Was their answer. No, we can't give you that. So after a whole day on the phone (literally), going back and forth between various agencies and the precinct, none of whom know wtf they were talking about, the precinct told me that "oh, ha....it seems there isn't even an accident report. None was filed." The bozos filled out a criminal report, but no accident report. The criminal report doesn't have the code I need, just the accident report.
I told the guy "listen I'm sorry if I sound a little irate here, but what you're telling me is that it's possible for someone to get run over deliberately, have ambulances come to the scene followed by the cops, and no accident report is filed? How is that even possible? I can't even digest it." He goes "well all I can say is that we're only human, sir." This is what it's like dealing with the NYPD. The sheer level of incompetence is frightening. Now I have to go back there tomorrow morning and try and persuade them to fill out an accident report, after the fact. But the officer who was in charge of doing the reports, despite being quite a jolly fellow, is completely and utterly dismissive of everything you say to him. As soon as you open your mouth, he rolls his eyes, shakes his head, holds his palm out and says "listen" before going off into a speech which has absolutely nothing to do with anything you're talking about. This is the guy who got the chain of events totally wrong as he was writing the criminal report, and despite me protesting over and over that he was getting it wrong, he just kept saying "don't worry about it!"