Ran to pick up some lunch today and got a little life lesson on what to do when you’re in a fender bender. While sitting at a red light, I got totally smacked by the car behind me. Car has very minor damage, but oooooooh am I still hot over it.
Once I realized what happened after the unexpected jerk I felt, I sat there trying to decide what to do. Looked through my rear view to see what was going on back there, but seemed to be no urgency from the person behind me. We were at a super busy intersection so I was kind of waiting to see if this was like, a pile up? Maybe the lady behind me had been hit too? Why wasn’t she getting out of her vehicle?
Cars started to go around us, and I was too afraid to get out because it honestly felt way too unsafe. Then, she started to go around me too! I pulled in front of her so she couldn’t leave and I do believe I then had an outer body experience.
I hate confrontation. But before I knew it, I was at her window flailing my arms in the air and using my high pitched “are you f-ing kidding me?!” voice.
Actually, I think it’s possible I did politely ask her that. Buuuuut, only because our exchange went a little something like this…
Me: Where do you think you’re going??
She: What? I’m leaving, my car is fine.
Me: Ummmm, I’m sorry, but mine may not be. We have to pull over and call the police.
She: Well you’re the one that hit me.
Me: WHAT?!?
She: Yeah, you hit me. I was just sitting here and you backed into me.
(Oh, here it is…)
Me: Are you fucking kidding me?!? How is that even possible?! I wasn’t in reverse, at a red light. That’s ridiculous. YOU just rear ended me.
She: I don’t know, but I know you hit me.
(Ok, really high pitched at this point)
Me: Whaaaaaat?!?
She: Are you on drugs?
HOLD UP. She accused me of being on drugs. Not. Even. Kidding.
Maybe I looked a little crazy, since I did rush her car with my hair in a half-ass side ponytail hanging in my face from the impact literally knocking my bun out of my scrunchie. But drugs?! Give me a break lady. I’m PMSing like a mother f*@#er, but that’s about it.
I got in the car. Cried. Pulled over into Whole Foods. Tried to figure out what to do. She also pulled in, but I lost her. Finally found her car, took pictures and staked out the parking lot to see if it was really her when she returned from the store. It was. She saw me. I called the police. And then we both waited in our cars.
Then, she left. Turns out she called the police also and told them she had a flight to catch. Long story short, it’s my word against hers. The scary part? Had I left when she said she wanted to and never called the police, but she still did, I would have been the hit and runner!! OMG.
Moral of the story, which I should have known but I let my hormones/emotions/confusion get the best of me….don’t move and don’t talk to anyone until the cops get there. Oh, and…
erinjallday 