First of all, I didn’t hurt anyone nor was I hurt. I don’t want to scare anyone off from reading about my exciting morning. I went to weight watcher’s as I usually do on Saturday mornings. I always go to the Post Office afterwards. I was fortunate to have my daughter’s car (at least I thought so at the time) because it is so much better than mine. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining brightly, you could feel spring in the air.
I pulled into the parking lot of the PO and parked in my usual handicapped parking space. I went in and got my mail–all junk mail by the way. I got back in my car and started to pull out of the parking space. I had completely pulled out of the space and was getting ready to turn my car to the left to leave but noticed the person parked next to me had started backing out. Being in a good mood, I stopped and let him back out. He had PLENTY of room to back out and go left and leave the fucking parking lot. Instead he just keeps backing up, obviously not looking in his mirror to see if anyone might be in back of him. I’m thinking as he backs towards my car, he has plenty of room so he’s going to stop any second–but he doesn’t and backs right into my car my daughter’s car. WHACK!!!
Well, I couldn’t help myself, and I started yelling at him, grabbing my knife at the same time in case he’s a road rager and comes after me. Actually, at this point I am acting more like a road rager than anyone. He gets out of his car and I’m ready to have it out with him. What gets out is this little old, old, man with a tracheotomy. I quickly put my knife away. If he gets tough on me I always have my cane. But the thought of beating an old man with a cane who can’t even walk as well as I can and I am disabled, well that wouldn’t be right. So I calmed myself down as he approached my car.
He politely asked me “Where did you come from?” I actually laughed (I didn’t mean to, it just came out) and then I tried to explain to him what had happened and realized he was also somewhat deaf. Well I’m somewhat deaf (from listening to too much loud music ) and could hardly understand him because of the tracheotomy. I tell him I am going to call the police so that we can have a police report on file for insurance purposes. Actually, I am yelling at this point so he can hear me and I am saying the words very slowly so he will understand. Evidently he is in a hurry because he doesn’t want to wait for the police. Well, I had to be a little firm with him and tell him he had to wait or it would be considered a hit and run which probably isn’t true because we had exchanged information. But I didn’t want to take any chances. I wanted a police report on file. He was probably going to forget all this happened in about an hour anyway.
The policeman finally showed up after about a 1/2 an hour. They probably didn’t rush because there was no injury.
I’m not going to tell my daughter until she gets home. She’s had enough go wrong on her vacation. Their hot air balloon ride was canceled because of wind. She’s still dealing with that awful sunburn.
I only lost .6 pounds at weight watchers but it brought me down to 275 pounds so Sarah will have to give me the prize she promised me. I hope she still wants to after I banged up her car.
Now I have to spend Monday going to the insurance company, getting a copy of the police report and getting an estimate on the damage. What a pain in the ass. Do you know my ass still hurts if I sit on it too long. It’s been 3 1/2 months since I broke it.
I went back to the PO to take a photo of where I was waiting for him to back out of his parking space.
I was in the parking space closest to the building. You can see anyone backing out of any of those spaces had plenty of room.
After I went to the PO again, I drove to the beach. I stayed about an hour and then Sarah’s car wouldn’t start. Somehow I had “deadened” the battery. I was playing music so that must have done it. Thank goodness Barry was home and came and gave the car a jump. I finally made it home and don’t think I’m going to leave home again, at least not today.
I don’t think Sarah will be reading this because she can’t get on the internet at her hotel in Vegas because they charge you extra and she won’t pay it. But if you do read this Sweet Pea, I’m really sorry and it really wasn’t my fault. I love you!!!