My Car! (Blog 377)

Yesterday, I was in a queue of traffic minding my own business, and a crazy lorry driver right behind me kept shouting at me. I wasn’t quite sure what it was I was supposed to have done that was so terrible as I’d only been in my car about a minute and my navigation of the mini roundabout and my stopping for the queue was first rate. Then he kept shouting! I was looking around in the hope of clues, especially because I was wearing earplugs and couldn’t make out a word he was saying. I knew it wasn’t good, I’m not an idiot, but I mean… eh??? Even without the earplugs he’d probably be incoherent anyway. Something like ‘Raaaghblablaraagh’. In the end however, I at least think I worked it out. Would you believe he was shouting because I wasn’t driving?? In a queue! I swear to God! Then he started shouting at all the other drivers, I think everyone looked around! No surprise, everyone was traumatised, and someone in an apparent daze didn’t know what he should do and he reversed into my car! Completely understandable, but… my car! And I wanted to go to the gym! I had no pen to write down his details, he had no pen, my dad wasn’t inside so the guy couldn’t give HIM his details, I was almost starting to feel for the raging driver! Dear God!

In the end I felt the poor guy was trustworthy enough when he said he’d left a message on my dad’s phone giving him his details, so I just assumed that he wouldn’t screw me out of any money and I drove off. Don’t worry, I wasn’t driving with broken headlights and a wheel hanging off, my car was just scratched a bit. Having said that, I didn’t FULLY trust him, so I remembered his numberplate, asked the people at the gym for a pen and paper and wrote it down. Did I get it right? I’d find out when I got home! When I got home I found out the guy DIDN’T leave incorrect details, I phoned him up and he seemed really nice and apologetic. I was thinking really the madman was to blame at the end of the day. Either that or he had an absolutely AWFUL driving instructor who didn’t have a single clue about teaching. Maybe he just wasn’t taught the concept of the red traffic light and was frustrated everyone was making him late out of sheer stupidity. I’m wondering if it was same guy who overtook me as I was stopped by similar lights, the other day.

On the plus side, my car shouldn’t cost too much to sort out. Well it’s good for the person who crashed into me anyway, because he’s paying for it. Imagine if I reversed into the nutter as I was in a similar daze. How would that go down? He doesn’t really sound like the kind of person I’d like to deal with. You can imagine how upset he’d be if someone did something to him that was worse than the 100% legal and sensible act of waiting in line. Even if he crashed into me I’d probably think ‘Maybe I’ll just forget about it. Or he’ll eat me’. Anyway, when I phoned the guy back (a bit all over the place, this blog, but not as all over the place as the lorry driver) I found he had a super cool surname that I’m not going to repeat obviously. Maybe that’s why he was so nice, I bet he had a very easy, if not great time at school. It’s the kind of name other children, teachers and even bullies would respect. I didn’t say ‘nice name’ when I was chatting to him, but I certainly gave a mumble of approval, it was that good. No really, that’s what happened. Oh and yes! I remembered the numberplate right! I had it mind for a good 10 minutes at least as I was driving to the gym and such, particularly impressive when I can’t remember what order to put my Twitter hashtags half the time, and there’s only two of them. That’s it, bye!