She Got Wrecked
I was at the post office when a woman backed into me in the parking lot, hitting my car on the passenger side as I drove past. I was going about 5 mph through the parking lot, looking for open space. The lot was tiny, and there was no real way to speed through this place. At first, I thought I had hit someone else. But then, I stopped, got out, and realized a car had hit me.
There was a large dent in the passenger side of my car. The other driver was a middle-aged woman in a Saab of some sort. Her next move caught me totally off-guard—she came out of her car and immediately started yelling at me, telling me I was going too fast through the lot and that I should watch where I was going. She said she was tired of dealing with “students taking over the town” and how “my mommy and daddy probably bought me my car”.
I drove an old Taurus with almost 200K miles on it that I had paid for myself, so her comment made no sense. I asked her for her registration, and she wouldn’t give it to me. Then, she snatched my registration and license out of my hand, threw them on the ground, and the wind blew them across the lot. She started to go towards her car and yelled at me to move mine, which was blocking her.
At that moment, I freaked out. I got up in her face, yelling awful things at her. I was so mad I was shaking. I guess I freaked her out because she went and got my registration off the ground and gave me hers. A few days later, her insurance company gave me a check for about $1000. I wouldn’t have even filed a claim if she had been polite.