Just had a fender bender in the Walmart parking lot. I was backing out of a parking space just a few down from a four way stop, and a young woman of color took a left at the stop sign and was right behind my car as I backed out.
She was in my blind spot, over my left shoulder, where I had no mirror coverage or anything. Being a new driver she wasn’t primed to wait for cars coming out of spaces, doesn’t own grace or courtesy.
To her, I ZOOMED out of the space. ZOOMED, ZOOMED, she told me many, many times.
She got to be all distressed and angry, while I got to be the mature, sensible man who has no recourse. I was in her face for a few seconds to see if she would get the mirroring, but all I got for that was a guy in a tricked out old Chevy truck threatening to knock me out because he is triggered when a man gets in a woman’s face.
I got a non-ending stream of abuse in the frigid weather from a young driver who, while she had right of way, came around what the trooper called a “bad corner” without any awareness of the situation. She got to pound, I got to fall back.
My obligation was simple: toughen up and take it like a man. I did that.
And the price for that, well, it’s high. Very damn high.
This does bring things to the fore, forces the issue. My mother in the sky, well she tends to do that, even if it feels like crap.
I may survive. But damn, damn, damn, it hurts.