In our picturesque Tennessee town, I waited for Daddy Longlegs and the boys to circle the block to pick me up. I watched a man in a Dooley truck back up and forwards, try to park in a spot that was never going to be big enough for his vehicle.
He rolled his window down as he drove out the wrong way onto a one-way street that I expected my family to cruise up any minute.
I couldn’t stop myself from shouting, “It’s a one way!” and gesture with my arm to drive the opposite direction.
Thinking back, I had no impulse control. The words slipped out before my mental filter could catch them and given the opportunity, I would have done the same thing again.
The man braked and yelled out his window, “G-d it, mind your own f’ing business.”
He threw his truck in reverse and slammed into the brick wall with a crunching crush of metal, plastic and glass. The wall didn’t move so I assumed his truck made all the accommodations in the encounter.
The door swung open, and the man emerged with a silver flask in his hand that reflected light from the sun like a mirror.
Oh, this is bad, I thought trying to make myself as small as possible. He’s going to kill me right here on the sidewalk. I looked around to see where I could run and if there would be any witnesses.
Instead of murdering me, the man surveyed the damage on the back of his truck with a grunt, got back in and proceeded to try to repark as Daddy Longlegs drove up.
I ducked and ran for the passenger door, sliding inside, I said, “Drive,” as they do in the movies after a bank heist.
“What happened?” Daddy Longlegs asked.
I had so much to explain, but first, our escape.
That said, you might have prevented a headon collison by your action–and it might have been your husband’s car he collided with! Good job. And he deserved that smashed tail light.
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Thanks and it felt like an almost instant serving of karma. Just be nice.
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That’s what I thought. What we sometimes wish would happen to an especially obnoxious person we come upon.
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