Why I prefer to travel
I watched an old lady, whose car was parked beside the road, place a few parcels in her boot. She looked at the traffic she would need to reverse into and shook her head in dismay. We exchanged smiles. I was a participant in the stationary traffic jam and had come to a stop directly behind her, effectively blocking her in, and recall wondering if the vehicle behind me would be kind and allow her to reverse out of her parking bay into the road.Her reverse lights came on and she rolled back, and she kept on rolling. I could not move forward or back and she was heading directly at me, picking up speed. I hooted but only managed to attract the attention of the driver in front of me. She hit me with such force that my sunglasses flew off my face.
“What is this!” the she shouted in French, stepping out of her car. “Where did you come from,” she demanded, striding towards me.
“I’ve been here for about 10 minutes waiting for this traffic to move,” I stated. “I watched you climb into your car.”
“Oh no!” she insisted. “You were not there when I reversed. Her raised voice and wild gesticulations managed to draw a small audience. “This is not my fault, you drove into me,” she professed. I don't know quite how she figured that one out; which was perhaps the point point at which she realised she may need to take responsibility for this incident – the sheer number of witnesses outweighed her argument. Her initial accusing mannerchanged to one offering large sums of cash to “fix whatever was broken” and not involve insurance companies. Yeah right lady, dream on.
This is the third accident in less than a year – on all three occasions people drove into me. Front driver's side fender, boot, driver’s door. It's time to work on the other side of the car now.
I’m starting to believe those suspicions about green cars being unlucky.
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