An open letter to other drivers
Dear fellow driver,
I know that operating a motor vehicle can be difficult sometimes. And given that we now have the added distractions of your radio, cellphone, and your obnoxiously fat wife. I can understand if you didn't see me that one time you looked behind you before you backed out of your driveway. It's probably why you said that I wasn't there a minute ago, but all the sudden your bumper is nestled inside my quarterpanel.
So, I make only one humble request to you, and to all other drivers on the road:
The next time that you decide to look once before you back up, and not at all after that while backing up, please just go all out and total my car.
Please understand that it is nothing but an inconvenience to me when you damage my car, but nothing else. Because if you totaled it, I would be able to get a rental while I looked for a new vehicle, which I wouldn't mind having. But no, you ignorant driver. You insist on making me have to call the police, the company who's truck you were driving, the insurance company, the body shop and the rental shop so I can get my car fixed. And what do I get out of all that work? Nothing. I just get my car fixed.
THE STORY
I had just made the turn onto Miami avenue (green arrow) and was driving along at about 20-25 miles per hour. I see in front of me a Chevy 2500 backing out of the road with no regard to my presence in the established flow of traffic.
I brake, and honk my horn, yet he continues. I brake and honk, yet he continues. I attempt to cross into the other lane, and yet he persists. It was only a matter or time.
Way to go, asshole.
So then we get out and he says "Where did you come from?" as if to imply that I had my cloaking field engaged only until after the collision. I pointed to the road I turned from and said "Over there."
He then replied with a sentence that blew my fucking mind: "Well you weren't there a minute ago when I looked."
The only thing I could muster in my utter disbelief was "That's why you have to keep looking.
Yeah, he basically told me that he looked once, saw it was clear, and called it good enough. Had he been looking over his right shoulder like the rest of the driving population, he would have seen me approaching from his right.
Thanks, you piece of shit.
I know that operating a motor vehicle can be difficult sometimes. And given that we now have the added distractions of your radio, cellphone, and your obnoxiously fat wife. I can understand if you didn't see me that one time you looked behind you before you backed out of your driveway. It's probably why you said that I wasn't there a minute ago, but all the sudden your bumper is nestled inside my quarterpanel.
So, I make only one humble request to you, and to all other drivers on the road:
The next time that you decide to look once before you back up, and not at all after that while backing up, please just go all out and total my car.
Please understand that it is nothing but an inconvenience to me when you damage my car, but nothing else. Because if you totaled it, I would be able to get a rental while I looked for a new vehicle, which I wouldn't mind having. But no, you ignorant driver. You insist on making me have to call the police, the company who's truck you were driving, the insurance company, the body shop and the rental shop so I can get my car fixed. And what do I get out of all that work? Nothing. I just get my car fixed.
THE STORY
I had just made the turn onto Miami avenue (green arrow) and was driving along at about 20-25 miles per hour. I see in front of me a Chevy 2500 backing out of the road with no regard to my presence in the established flow of traffic.
I brake, and honk my horn, yet he continues. I brake and honk, yet he continues. I attempt to cross into the other lane, and yet he persists. It was only a matter or time.
Way to go, asshole.
So then we get out and he says "Where did you come from?" as if to imply that I had my cloaking field engaged only until after the collision. I pointed to the road I turned from and said "Over there."
He then replied with a sentence that blew my fucking mind: "Well you weren't there a minute ago when I looked."
The only thing I could muster in my utter disbelief was "That's why you have to keep looking.
Yeah, he basically told me that he looked once, saw it was clear, and called it good enough. Had he been looking over his right shoulder like the rest of the driving population, he would have seen me approaching from his right.
Thanks, you piece of shit.
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