I always wondered how I would react to the other party when I got into an accident.
Well, I found that out this morning, driving down Warrigal Road.
The oncoming driver was trying to squeeze past into the lane to do a right turn and in doing so, got into my lane and clipped my mirror.
I had to do a total U-turn to locate - hell, he sure wasn't going to stop. Pissed.
Got out of the car, he tried to blame me. More pissed.
Managed to only raise my voice only a little, no doubt lots of animation with my arms, pointing his eyes to the scene of the crime. Bitch-mode.
I'm slightly surprised at my reaction - how quick I turned the car around and located the driver. Not frantic, didn't fall into a crying, shaking heap. Just very, very annoyed.
It was only a minor accident, where the mirror needs replacing and perhaps touch up on the paint and window but it's just the inconvenience of getting the car fixed. Of all weeks, it had to fall on the busiest period of the semester! Not happy, Jen!
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