Glinda (my car) and I had a little fender bender today.  I hadn’t planned on going anywhere today, but Bob worked a ton of overtime this week and worked yesterday (he is normally off on Fridays), and so he asked me to run to the store for him.

I was on my way back and traffic was horrible as usual.  I pulled into the turn lane and continued toward my destination turn.  A black car pulled out in front of me and in the split second, I tried to speed up so that they would miss me.  However, they caught my rear passenger side. 

I’ll admit it – I was FURIOUS, because it wasn’t as though I had stopped suddenly and someone couldn’t miss me.  No, this was about them not even bothering to LOOK. 

So we pulled over into a nearby parking lot.  The other driver was a boy, probably about 18-20, and his mother was with him.

He asked me, did we hit?  Ummm, yeah, you hit me.  His mother came flying around and told me that *I* had been driving in the turn lane, which was “illegal” and that I was at fault. 

Ummmm, no.  So sorry. 

There was very little damage to Glinda, thankfully.  A few scratches that Bob will buff out.  There was way more damage to his car – a lot of scratches and such on his driver side front end. 

The mother said, I’m calling the cops!!  I said, fine – which is what you’re supposed to do anyway, as you have to file a report.  So she called and the officer arrived about 15 minutes later. 

In the meantime, she and her son were incredibly cocky about how it wasn’t their fault.  I called Bob and asked him to come and get the groceries.  While we were waiting, I simply stood next to my car and didn’t say anything, even though there were a few things I wanted to say about their attitudes. 

The officer arrived and he asked for our information.  Then he took me aside and asked what had happened.  I explained my side.  Then he took the other two aside and asked them. 

I KNEW I had won when they both started arguing with him.  Which, btw, don’t argue with police offers, yo.  If you don’t agree, fine, take it to traffic court.  But don’t argue right there, as it won’t endear you to him and he is the one making the decision.

Anyway, he had us both waiting in our cars while he wrote up the report.  BIG change in attitude from the pair of them – they refused to look at me and there was a lot of sulking.

I started my car to get some a/c going – the main reason I wasn’t planning on leaving the house today was because of the heat.  It was hot and humid.  Even right now at night it’s still 87% humidity.  The other driver went to start his car as well, but it wouldn’t start. 

Now, I am a nice person.  Even if I am not happy with something you’ve done, I wouldn’t just leave you stranded.  But they didn’t ask me for help.  Instead, the mother went into the restaurant nearby and had a waitress give them a jump.  I’m guessing they were feeling foolish over how they had acted.  Had they asked for a jump, I would have helped.  But as they took care of it on their own, I didn’t offer.

The mother went back over to the officer and tried to argue with him again.  I’m sure she was saying some things about me.  Too bad for her, he came over and told me that I was free to go, but not before I saw a ticket written out to the other driver.

Of course, being human, I wanted to say something when I left – maybe about how they weren’t so high and mighty now – but I didn’t.  I left and went on my way. 

No, I don’t need that kind of excitement in my life.  I am glad that no one was hurt.  I am glad that Glinda is okay, although I do have to wonder why her original owners had her for 7 years and didn’t have an accident.  I have had her for 3 and hit a deer and now this.  Oh well.  In the end, those are small things. 

Hope your Saturday was less eventful!

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