On Saturday, Liz and I were taking a sceneic day trip, on our way up to Cold Spring, NY, which runs along the Hudson River about an hour north of New York City. So there we were, stuck in traffic on the White Stone Expressway, when suddenly, we feel this sharp convulsion:
Wham!
The car behind us slammed into us, giving us quite a jolt, and a scare. Now, we were literarily in a still position at the time, so the car behind us couldn’t have been going more than a few miles an hour, butOn Saturday, Liz and I were taking a sceneic day trip, on our way up to Cold Spring, NY, which runs along the Hudson River about an hour north of New York City. So there we were, stuck in traffic on the White Stone Expressway, when suddenly, we feel this sharp convulsion:
Wham!
The car behind us slammed into us, giving us quite a jolt, and a scare. Now, we were literarily in a still position at the time, so the car behind us couldn’t have been going more than a few miles an hour, but it still hard enough to give us a scare, give our backs a little tweak, and get our fur up.
Naturally, I get ouf of the car, in bumper-to-bumper to traffic, to do two things. A) assess any potential damage to my car, and b) say what the @#$! to the driver who hit us. And this is where things got really interesting. I was already amped up on adrenaline due to the jolt, so I admit I wasn’t really thinking quite right, but after a quick glance I saw that the bumper was fine, so the car wasn’t an issue.
At this point I walked up to the driver, a woman, about 40, driving a little sports car, and wearing those big Jackie-O sunglasses. She already had her driver’s side window down. But when I came up to her, she didn’t acknowledge me. She didn’t even look in my direction! She kinda playing that whole, [i]if I don’t look right at you then you don’t really exist, and I won’t have to face this[/i].
Not the right way to go.
So I got up pretty close and said, "driving a little close, huh?" Still, she didn’t respond. Didn’t look at me. Now this chick is really pissing me off. So I take another quick look at my car, then at her, and repeat myself. "Driving a little close, huh?" Again, nothing. She just kept staring straight ahead, hoping that I would just go away and it would all be over.
Now, I can understand if she was a little scared, or embarrased. I get that. But how about, [i]jeez, are you okay[/i]? Or, [i]my bad[/i]. Or, [i]bummer, huh[/i]?
And the thing is, if she had done that, my adrenaline would have come right down. I would have been. It was an accident. Things happen.
Nope. I got nothing. Nada.
But since there was no damage, and Liz and I weren’t injured, I just let it be, and looked right at this dunce and said: "Take it easy, huh?"
After that, she stayed about 25 feet behind us, and finally let another car pass her!
What has the world come to when you can’t just apologize for a simple fender bender? Sheesh!
