Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Hit Me, Baby, One More Time

I was sort of grumpy about some spam-like incidents going on Monday, and was tired and ready to be home when a car pulled into the parking lot and stopped right in the area I would have pulled into. I stopped backing up, and the driver (a little lady approximately 873 years of age) gave that “go ahead” arm wave. I did a bit of fiddling (blessing the merits of an Echo, the car that can fit into your pants pockets when needed) and managed to pull out and past her, when she pulled around the corner (no where near where I had been) and into a separate parking space.

Now, my car has these cool blinking lights that I can turn on and off at will. I use them to let other cars know what I’m going to do. I thought it was standard, but I don’t see a lot of other cars using them, so it must be some expensive option the salesman duped me into. She certainly didn’t have them.

Anyway, I pulled out and was waiting for traffic to open up enough for me to pull out of the lot and onto the main road. That same car pulled up behind me (she apparently just dropped someone off) and we sat there waiting.

And then she hit me. Not hard, not fast, but just rolled right into me. Obviously just took her foot off the break and let the car roll until it stopped on its own (or hit something - me).

I gave that universal wave that means “what are you doing?” (seriously, the full arm wave, not “the finger”) and she sort of gestured in a vague way that I took to mean “sorry.” So we sat waiting for a few more minutes (it was rush hour).

And she hit me again.

This time I got out of the car and said “You’re running into me!”


“You’re hitting me!!!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

The loud thump and jolt in your car was what, exactly?

“Well, you’ve hit me twice now, would you back up, please?!?!?!”

There are more scratches on my bumper, but no dents or anything, and I just didn’t feel like getting into it, so I just got in the car and pulled out a moment later. She pulled out right behind me and I saw someone swerve to keep from hitting her, so I wish I had gotten her license and other fun stuff.


Later that evening, my mood had apparently rubbed off on my housemates. I found a small blizzard in Oscar’s room, where a pillow he sleeps with met it’s untimely demise.

snow storm

Trevor played innocent,


but Aslan... wait, where’s Aslan? I don’t see him, do you?

hidden cave

Ah, you just aren’t looking hard enough.


Sometimes when Mommy gets in a mood it's best to just hide in the closet and be cute.


Blogger Amy Boogie said...

I don't know how some people keep their licenses. I'm glad there was no damage though.

7:53 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Oh my. She sounds like the brand of drivers we have around here. And usually, the older the driver, the bigger the car. We have seen men who can't even walk by themselves get out of the DRIVER's seat of RVs, for crying out loud!

8:11 AM  
Anonymous JessaLu said...

There comes a time in a persons life when driving just isn't an option anymore. This usually falls somewhere after you celebrate your 872nd birthay.

11:53 AM  
Blogger Kim in Oregon said...

I know it is hard for some people to give up their freedome through driving, but honestly. I have heard that some states have 'anonymous' tip lines one can call and request that a senior take a driving test. I think there should be a mandatory driving test every few years for people over a certain age. There is just too much of this. I bet she had a bit 'ol car too.

Not that this bothers me or anything.

2:00 PM  
Blogger Amanda said...

My dad always used to complain about old drivers. He would go so far as to say that there should be times when they shouldn't be allowed to drive, like adult swim at the pool. He specifically thought those times should include rush hour. Sounds like this lady needed some restrictions on her driving.

11:35 PM  
Blogger vi said...

amie, dear....... I hope you will be in a better mood soon,
meanwhile I am not really around.....
(shhhhh I really am not all here or there)
I am still trying to find a link from paypal to the salvation army for donations......WHY is it so hard? (or is vi just a total ditz?)
honey kiss the furbabies for me
and save a hug out for yourself

10:43 AM  
Blogger Lori said...

Amie, if you ever do get a license plate number and cal the cops on someone, do it anonymously. I once called the cops on a lady that was driving erratically (due to prescription meds, come to find out). I told the cop I'd come to court to testify...what a nightmare! They'd set up a court date, then postpone it that morning, after I had already taken the day off work; that happened four to six times, and I begged to be let out of the case, but they wouldn't let me. They did finally hold her hearing, but I will only ever call anonymously from now on!

3:10 PM  

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